My Thoughts on “Fear at The Family Tree”
Utah: when I found out we were going there I was very excited! The Salt Lake, the Church, the city, the beauty… We ended up staying in a tiny town on the outskirts of the city. The tiny town was very pretty with mountains surrounding us. The only problem, it was COLD!
The worst walk EVER!
We were driven to a restaurant far from the hotel, seemingly in the middle of a one stop light town. The beginning of the walk went well. I met a nice dead man named Henry (or is he nice? I am not sure about that). He talked smoothly and swiftly and then spoke a word: MORE. Everything stopped; I was pulled out of my altered state of consciousness where Henry was, and was now standing in the restaurant staring at the cameras and crew.
It took only a minute for me to understand. Someone on the crew is telepathic! I was getting a hit, and someone on the crew got excited and wanted more of that information. A Telepath! What was I going to do? I had to try and refocus and get back into a state were I could focus on the dead and NOT the living.
It took some time and a LOT of focus to try and get back into the groove, not to mention being aware if someone was trying to send me information. The walk was chaos, putting it mildly.
I did not sleep for days. I had to have a meeting with the producers and tell them that someone on the crew is telepathic and it could be a concern. All is fine and dandy in the world I know, as most of my friends and family are sensitive’s and we know this stuff to exist. But it was difficult talking to several producers, who are just wrapping their minds around the fact that I am talking to the dead, (yes, FOR real) and now I was going to hit them with this. I was very NERVOUS!
We all sat down and I just explained that someone on the team might be a telepath. They probably did not know it, but it did interrupt my walk. It is a concern they have to be aware of, due to its possible ramifications. They sat there, jaws gaping open. “What? What IS that? What can they do, who do you think it is, how do we stop it, what is their profile?”
I told them what a telepath is, someone who can both receive and send information via their mind, and that it can be with or without intent. I felt that this was without intent. I did not say who I thought it was, but rather suggested that THE person needed to let go of their expectations during a walk; that they needed to just be and let it flow and not to try and make it follow a story. I gave a bit of the typical general outline of a telepath. I then stated that I was shocked that they were even listening to me; not laughing, but taking this seriously. They just stated that they had to take it into consideration because it was coming from me, and as far as they understand and have witnessed, I talk to dead people so perhaps anything IS possible.
It is nice to work with people who have become open minded and whom I feel I can share these things with.
The Sketch: What can I say, that is what scares me!
The Reveal: I did not feel that I matched on the historical facts that were provided.
The woman I encountered who was depressed and mangled-looking was a woman who died in a car accident, as the owner confirmed there was a neighbor fitting the description and the car’s description. The children for me were not the ones who died in the ravine, four boys under the age of 3. Nope; I had two boys and two girls ranging in ages from 4-14! I was both surprised and not surprised, as there were in all approximately 50-60 dead people at the location.
Henry, who after he was interrupted would no longer speak to me, was a direct hit, which did not surprise me as he was in charge of the place.
The Curse was the main thing I was concerned about! The curse created and trapped all of the dead people that are/were at the location, and I knew the owners and the townspeople were going to have to organize a battle to set them free and make sure they too would not enter the trap when they die.
At the time of the reveal, for reasons not fully understood and due to misinformation being provided to producers, there was no historical information regarding ANY tensions between the whites and the Native Americans in that area. It would be discovered weeks later! This is not an unusual occurrence. Due to time constraints, it is impossible for them to look up EVERYTHING that EVER happened at a given location. Then there is the “Oh our town; it is a sweet, charming, lovely town, nothing EVER happened here”
In this case BOTH situations occurred. This at the time did not matter to me; all I wanted was for them to understand the danger they and the town was in. They listened and promised to take care and to reach out to others in the community to resolve the situation.
Finally it was over! I felt that this was the most challenging investigation from start to finish. I was ecstatic for Matt and me to go home and have a bit of down time with our three fuzz balls. But before that, we did make it into Salt Lake City where we had a GREAT meal! I was shocked at how small the city is, but it is so cute and the architecture is very nice, and it is a manageable place to get around. It was interesting to see the Mormons all dressed in their best, walking to the church. And the lights for Christmas, not just in the city but all around it, were the most beautiful and tasteful I have ever seen!