Hauntings Into Portraits

The first time I heard a ghost I was painting in the studio of the Gorham Campus in Maine. I was finishing up and packing my gear when a girls' voice said, "Bye-bye now." A little unnerved, I exited quickly. I don't know who I painted but I realize it might've been a teenage girl. I still have it; it was experimental and something I "doodled".

My second experience was at the Barbara Aarns Pavilion in Santa Clara. I was in the mental hospital and an unreasonable stay but it proved to be productive. I released 500,000 souls from the property plus two sabertooth cats. They were American Indians and mentally ill patients (buried beneath the earth and in the basement). And the three men that initially spoke to me were firemen who had responded to a call and were murdered themselves there (Christian Smith, Texas Hold'em, and an anonymous participant). Not knowing how to deal with the hauntings in my room and the gunshots all through the night--I started singing religious songs and asking questions on how I could help.

They wanted to be known. They want their killers brought to justice. You see here, the mental hospital and hospital were build on an American Indian burial ground. Some murdered for the land. Some murdered at the hospital. For the firefighters--the Jewish woman at the Barbara Aarns Pavilion was to blame. She stuck burning rolled papers down their throats to make them voiceless and kept them in the room I was in--with the basement door under the bed. They starved them to death and raped them as well.

"Go into the light!" doesn't work. Neither does singing "This Little Light of Mine" but this did spark a conversation and a thanking as to singing it to them.

The swarm of souls leaving the basement was quite a surge of Room 18A? At the back of the hallway before another "hospital" began. There was blood splatter on the hallway ceiling, on a door, and on the common area ceiling. Black mold in the women's bathroom.

I heard they wanted to euthanize me as they had others there while I was in attendance. I asked the ghosts if they could help me escape this intention and they agreed. I was discharged a week later?

(An earlier version of this synopsis had been posted but someone has been hacking my blog and had deleted it under the "Open Eyes" version.)

Now, at Murphy Square I decided it would be nice for the murdered prostitutes to be represented by their portraits. I found out the ghosts of Los Gatos also want this done.

If you are clairvoyant...maybe an intuitive...may have some ability to portray people in a portrait--maybe this is a project for you. Give them representation, give them a voice!