a weekend with goblins and gargoyles

A questioning blankness falls over me. When arriving in this place there seems to be an absence of all things urban. A handful of streets scattered houses. Faint scent from manure invades my nostrils. Desolated mysteries might await me. Agricultural display from farmsteads in the distance.

I check into my hotel. a plain bare building. To my amazement it is totally silent. It seems like I am the only guest. I go in through the mahogany French doors entering a darker lobby where there is an old fashioned bar serving as a reception also. Walking up to the bar I am yet unsure if I can control my urge to burst out into laughter. Wondering if I am in Bavaria, Germany since he is wearing a lederhosen pants
After telling my name the man turns around,
 “  Welcome Miss”, he grins a faint grin. He is short and round with huge rather square teeth, his wife the co owner joins and has the same incognito look. She hands me the key to my room, its an actual metal key not a key card. She laughs loudly while it is not yet Comedy hour. I can not help thinking I have landed somewhere far back off in time where somehow I might have managed to take a time shuttle. Finally upstairs after thee stairs where the last one got very steep, I install my small suitcase, the white cotton smells of lavender.

Walking to the venue a huge house comes into plain sight. Did I miss the golden pumpkin ? In any case the clock has not yet stroken twelve. It is early evening as I arrive, I see people walking up the stairs, so smiling I follow. I am here to do an introduction to a paranormal training. The lady seems a great communicator. We draw a card, mine is the blank card, later we have to guess each others energies. When I sit in the middle no one can guess who I am. There are various other activities such as scrying , automatic writing, working with pendulum, reading photos. Later we work in pairs using magnetising techniques, its a healing exchange. Magnetising works holding ones hands above the body not ON the body like Reiki, Magnetising works more intuitively and it doesnt really have rules. It can have a strong instant effect. The woman I work with and me have to work on our course leader who is taking on the role called client.

After a while suddenly I become ice cold and start to shiver, I look around and see that the certificates have turned yellow and brown. Buzzing zooming sounds start to invade my ears, I can not concentrate anymore draw back and wait observing until  we are finished. A strange nausea overwhelms me. Eventually it all fades. Wondering about this strange vision I join the others as we are about to have a short break. The other woman asks me if I wish to join her while she goes to sit outside for a while. Before I realise it I tell her of what happened while we were doing the healing. She tells me that she has had some of the same experiences.

We go upstairs again. An introduction round is set in motion. One is a this one is a that, many titles flash into and out of my ears. We get some brochures about further workshops, dates and times. Walking back again I am reminded of just how rural this place feels. There is almost no traffic passing by. Once returned at the hotel I meet the man again at the desk, he tells me they can make a small plate for me for a fair price. He hands me a glass of port “on the house ” he says. I eat the food which is a small type of fish casserole with spinach and cheese, potato boats at the side with fresh oregano. I go and sit at the bar for a while, this time its the lady offering me yet another glass of port. Her “ on the house ” sounds more sss ish.
While I am wondering if she has had one too many herself they ask me if my event was nice. In other words they wish to know where I was, when I mention my whereabouts just telling them the location suddenly its grave silent. The woman stares at me quiet while the man only says “o oh ”

Later that night I wake up, it sounds like the hotel is stuffed with folks. Loud voices, it sounds like an evil witch sabbath. How can this be, am I dreaming? Sounds continue long slender sounds as if people are moving furniture. Bombastic voices colliding into one. After an endless night I finally manage to fall asleep. The next morning it seems totally quiet again. There is a note outside my door, it says “ brunch is served between ten am and twelve am on Sundays ”. There also is a newspaper outside my door, I pick it up and take it along with me. Heading for the next workshop I pass a tiny bread and diary shop . Scented with fresh baking air I decide to return here later buying some sourdough rye bread sandwiches. As I close the shop door I see my own shadowy reflection looking back at me. Walking on the narrow pavement I head for the workshop venue again.

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