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Authors: Barbara Parks
Tags: supernatural, Body; Mind & Spirit, on vacation, personal journey of gradually accepting and embracing the clairvoyant gifts that allow her to see spirits. She shares dramatic and heartwarming stories of interacting with spirits who turn up everywhere: at home, Traumatized by vicious poltergeist attacks that lasted five years, she receives a miraculous visit from him. This joyous experience marks her first step toward healing—and opening up to spirit world.In the Presence of Spirits chronicles Barbara’s uplifting, Barbara Parks never imagined that her deep-rooted fear of ghosts would disappear. A momentous turning point occurs when, still mourning the sudden death of a beloved friend, these amazing true tales are convincing reminders that our loved ones are never far away., and accompanying her patients. From the departed uncle that protects Barbara’s young children from grave injury to the child spirits who bring comfort to their parents
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the fact that Jacqui had assured me no other person was present at the
time) I would have thought that the photograph was of a liv-
ing person. Another giveaway was the ghost’s confused and
pained expression. Zooming in on her face was heart-break-
ing, it was obvious that the woman had been thrust into a
tragic situation by her angst-ridden impulsiveness. Her suicide 70 The Kalamunda Hotel
was a knee jerk reaction which has now left her trapped in the lower-vibratory realms.
Jacqui handed me a thumb drive which I would listen to
later, but first it was time to introduce ourselves to the hotel’s resident ghosts.
We made our way up the wide, wooden stair case, snap-
ping away as we went. Although we managed to capture
numerous orbs in our photos, we were both in the mindset
that we wanted a more concrete connection with the hotel’s
ghosts. We didn’t need proof of their presence, we knew they
were there and we wanted to help.
Perhaps fortuitously, a smallish round table sat off to one
side of the upstairs bar area.
“That table would be perfect for a session of table tipping,”
I said. “Do you think we should see if anyone wants to make
contact?”
Jacqui smiled as she pushed away the surrounding chairs.
“Absolutely!” she said.
A moment later, we were carrying the table into the Dome
Room; the room in which we felt the ghosts most strongly.
“Right!” I said as we placed our hands on the table. “Let’s
see if anyone wants to come through …”
Jacqui and I spent the next half hour chatting to the young
girl in the photo, and to Mr Paddy Connelly himself. Although
Paddy was initially reluctant to communicate, he soon
warmed to us and was happy to join in. We ended up using an
upturned glass with a hastily scribbled Ouija board, through
which Paddy was able to identify himself and make contact.
His energy first came across as unwelcoming and angry, but
we soon reassured him that we were here to help and meant
him no harm. I feel confident that we eventually won him
The Kalamunda Hotel 71
over, especially since we shared an amusing exchange at the
end of the afternoon.
“Paddy,” I said. “We are definitely coming back next week.
We’re going to help you and all the souls who are trapped here move on. Are you happy about that?”
YES he slowly responded.
“I know you don’t have a great history with women, but
may I ask if there’s any chance you like me?”
Again, the glass dragged itself to YES.
“What about Jacqui?” I asked. “Do you like her?”
YES!
“Wonderful!” I said. “We feel the same about you. And I
know you won the Ugliest Man competition, but let me just say that I’ve seen your photo and I don’t think you’re ugly at all!”
The light-hearted banter seemed to affect the atmosphere
in the room. The heaviness seemed to clear, and was replaced
by a sense of excitement and anticipation.
I asked Paddy if we could have a farewell photo before we
left, suggesting that he posed with Jacqui. At first glance, there was nothing to hint at Paddy’s presence, and it wasn’t until I downloaded the photo that afternoon that I began to laugh.
A radiant little orb had positioned itself right in the mid-
dle of Jacqui’s lips, prompting me to think that our new friend was giving her a farewell kiss. I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and help Paddy and his cohorts cross over.
Later that evening, I armed myself with my headphones
and settled down to listen to Jacqui’s EVP recording of the
hotel. Jacqui had stayed at the hotel with her sister two years earlier ; a girls’ ghost hunting trip scheduled to coincide with her sister’s visit from Ireland.
72 The Kalamunda Hotel
Upon asking Paddy Connolly to appear as an orb in a farewell photo, Jacqui and I were amused to see that he had placed himself upon Jacqui’s lips!
A lump formed in my throat as I heard the imploring voices
pleading for release.
“Help us!” called
time) I would have thought that the photograph was of a liv-
ing person. Another giveaway was the ghost’s confused and
pained expression. Zooming in on her face was heart-break-
ing, it was obvious that the woman had been thrust into a
tragic situation by her angst-ridden impulsiveness. Her suicide 70 The Kalamunda Hotel
was a knee jerk reaction which has now left her trapped in the lower-vibratory realms.
Jacqui handed me a thumb drive which I would listen to
later, but first it was time to introduce ourselves to the hotel’s resident ghosts.
We made our way up the wide, wooden stair case, snap-
ping away as we went. Although we managed to capture
numerous orbs in our photos, we were both in the mindset
that we wanted a more concrete connection with the hotel’s
ghosts. We didn’t need proof of their presence, we knew they
were there and we wanted to help.
Perhaps fortuitously, a smallish round table sat off to one
side of the upstairs bar area.
“That table would be perfect for a session of table tipping,”
I said. “Do you think we should see if anyone wants to make
contact?”
Jacqui smiled as she pushed away the surrounding chairs.
“Absolutely!” she said.
A moment later, we were carrying the table into the Dome
Room; the room in which we felt the ghosts most strongly.
“Right!” I said as we placed our hands on the table. “Let’s
see if anyone wants to come through …”
Jacqui and I spent the next half hour chatting to the young
girl in the photo, and to Mr Paddy Connelly himself. Although
Paddy was initially reluctant to communicate, he soon
warmed to us and was happy to join in. We ended up using an
upturned glass with a hastily scribbled Ouija board, through
which Paddy was able to identify himself and make contact.
His energy first came across as unwelcoming and angry, but
we soon reassured him that we were here to help and meant
him no harm. I feel confident that we eventually won him
The Kalamunda Hotel 71
over, especially since we shared an amusing exchange at the
end of the afternoon.
“Paddy,” I said. “We are definitely coming back next week.
We’re going to help you and all the souls who are trapped here move on. Are you happy about that?”
YES he slowly responded.
“I know you don’t have a great history with women, but
may I ask if there’s any chance you like me?”
Again, the glass dragged itself to YES.
“What about Jacqui?” I asked. “Do you like her?”
YES!
“Wonderful!” I said. “We feel the same about you. And I
know you won the Ugliest Man competition, but let me just say that I’ve seen your photo and I don’t think you’re ugly at all!”
The light-hearted banter seemed to affect the atmosphere
in the room. The heaviness seemed to clear, and was replaced
by a sense of excitement and anticipation.
I asked Paddy if we could have a farewell photo before we
left, suggesting that he posed with Jacqui. At first glance, there was nothing to hint at Paddy’s presence, and it wasn’t until I downloaded the photo that afternoon that I began to laugh.
A radiant little orb had positioned itself right in the mid-
dle of Jacqui’s lips, prompting me to think that our new friend was giving her a farewell kiss. I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and help Paddy and his cohorts cross over.
Later that evening, I armed myself with my headphones
and settled down to listen to Jacqui’s EVP recording of the
hotel. Jacqui had stayed at the hotel with her sister two years earlier ; a girls’ ghost hunting trip scheduled to coincide with her sister’s visit from Ireland.
72 The Kalamunda Hotel
Upon asking Paddy Connolly to appear as an orb in a farewell photo, Jacqui and I were amused to see that he had placed himself upon Jacqui’s lips!
A lump formed in my throat as I heard the imploring voices
pleading for release.
“Help us!” called
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