Dreaming of the Dead by Marilou Trask-Curtin

Author:Marilou Trask-Curtin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: spirit, spirit communication, afterlife, dead, death, dream visits, companion animals, spirit correspondence, Jeremy Brett, Samuel L. Clemens, Harriet Beecher Stowe
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2012-03-16T00:00:00+00:00

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chapter five

A Powerful Ghost

and a Writing Project

Sometime in the early 1990s my husband Dan and I took a vacation to Groton, Connecticut. From this vantage point we would be able to access Mystic Seaport as well as Misquamicut Beach in Westerly, Rhode Island.

While Dan checked us in at the front desk of the motel where we were staying, I went to peruse some local magazines, newspapers, and brochures spread out on a coffee table in the lobby. I picked up a few and took them to our room. Later I read through them, coming to a stop at an article about a castle located nearby, in Hadlyme, Connecticut. This was Gillette Castle State Park, and it had been the last earthly home of an actor/playwright/inventor named William H. Gillette (1853–1937), a man I had never heard of until I read the article that day.

As I read the article aloud to Dan, an intense feeling of longing came over me to go to the place. I told Dan, and we agreed that it would be one of our stops before heading home.

I don’t think I will ever forget the incredible emotions that I felt when we turned onto the road that led to the castle. From the moment we moved through the entrance I felt a deep peace and an odd sense of déjà vu.

When we parked and walked down the winding path to the terrace and climbed the stone stairs, a sensation unlike any I had ever experienced awaited me. On the top step I paused to run my hand along the rough surface of the native stone that Gillette had used to build his castle home. Immediately an intense warmth spread up my arm, and I felt my scalp prickle as if a small charge of electricity was running a path through my body. Within seconds of this odd sensation, a male voice shouted crisply and clearly in my mind, “Welcome home!”

Dan and I went up onto the terrace and stood to look out over the magnificent view of the Connecticut River.

Then we bought tickets and went inside. While there I told Dan about my experience.

Walking the expanse of the castle I continued to feel that overwhelming sensation of being home again.

And I knew things.

Things about the castle about which I really had no pre-knowledge.

For example, I knew that the carpet on the main floor was somehow “wrong” and that in the upstairs office the carpet beneath the laid-over rug was the right one, or close to it. I also wondered why the water fountain over the massive stone fireplace wasn’t working.

There came over me an incredible and intense yearning to immediately know more about the man who had dreamed up this unique and beautiful edifice, who had supervised every aspect of its construction, and who had lived in it until he was taken ill and died in a hospital in Hartford in April 1937. Thankfully, several of the seasonal workers were very willing to share information with me. The overseer of the castle and his wife were also amazing resources.

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