Monday, December 25, 2017
At the ghostly after event at the Great Saltair. It was an incredible night. You can feel It in the air. Temperatures were dropping.
I stepped out of the car. Smell of salt in the air. The Saltair in front of me, a copper mine to left in the distance, the original spot of the Saltair to the right of me (approximately the same distance of the mine) and the grwat salt lake in front of all those.
I asked one of the crew to walk with me. The building did not catch my interest at all. There were no great feelings from it. The lake bed, it called out to me.
We walked up towards the edge of lake bed (now receded quite a ways in). A clear and distinct whistle from right behind us made my companion stand at attention. Immediately turning around, there was no one sight. This was already promising to be a great night.
We left to go into the building to check in and meet up with the rest of the group. I amused my host with tales of why one should never whistle, particularly at night. She was shook up. Poor Max.
We settled into the host area, and devoured some dinner.
I hosted a group of investigators but my mind was solidly outside. I just could not shake it.
I like to have all the facts and history of a place in my hands for an investigation. Not what others have found, nay, that provides a preconceived notions about what to expect. I want just the cold history. For that, I rely on Mary. Our Los Angeles group, S.C.A.R.E.D. (Southern Californian Allied Reseachers for Evidence of the Disembodied) run like a well oiled machine. I like to think of us much like the cast of Criminal Minds. Mary is our Baby Girl. She can find you all the info in a deep scrub.
I shoot Mary a text. Earlier in the day, she gave me what I needed to know about the building...including it was not even on the original site. I tell her that I am drawn to lake bed.
Within minutes, baby girl is sending Google shots, info, and more.
There is a perfect triangle. An island that continues to catch my eye out in the lake bed. I know it is there as I can make out an outline. The copper mine. Copper being an excellent conduit and mines are a source of tragedy. Finishing with the original Saltair site. I ask her about this. She tells me that it is odd as there are believed portals by a Shaman there. More than that, there is a Bermuda Triangle style energy there. The Salt Lake Triangle. Equipment malfunction. Small aircraft problems. Crashes. Boats sinking. All the makings of a perfect storm.
I ask her, what does that island have to do with it. There are a few out there but only one that matters to me. She says she will scrub and get back to me.
An interesting fact of no great importance to that night....the Donner Party crossed through here just before making the fatal turn into the high Sierras. A rock that was used as a guide still stands.
One more fact....it is a known body dump sight for years.
I take a small group out with me. I spin a tale of history.
Look out unto the lake bed. See how it looks like water? Yet, as we walk, there is no water. The lake has pulled back.
Visualize yourself coming across the grwat unknown. Tired. Cold. Thirsty. Hungry. You see this in the distance and you move towards it. More and more. Desperation takes hold of your mind and body. You drive your horses faster. You jump out and run to the water. There is none. It is an illusion. You keep going to the next one. The next one. You find yourself sinking in the sludge. If you do fond the waters edge....it is so dense with salt, it would be fatal to drink it. Some take that chance. Welcome to the highway of tragedy. Where you stand.
One of guests looks panic stricken. He begins to run into the lake bed screaming "I know it is right here. The water is right here. Everyone, we can survive."
I grimace and go after him. I catch up to him. I ask him "honey, what are you doing?" He replies "We need water." I remind him that we have cases of water in the building. He looks out to the black night of the Lake Bed....panicked. I grab his shoulders and ask him "and what if you find it? You cannot drink it, son. You will die. It is 3x the salt density of the ocean. And should you get close, you will sink in the mud. Should you get through that, you will drown in the density of the water. It is not like the Dead Sea."
He snaps out of it and agrees to go back towards the building and the group. He looks towards the old Saltair point. We here a kid scream. His friend sprints off in that direction and he follows as do I. I stop them. I tell them, there is no human in trouble. A child drowned at the original Saltair. You are hearing the imprint.
My phone goes off as I am leading the group back to the building. Keeping the two teens in my sight as they are being drawn to the lake middle.
I return into the building. I meet up with Susan Slaughter, the other guest host.
Susan and I return to the lake area....in part 2 of this blog, I will tell you of our tale!