Driving there when we got close to the city center, I noticed something off about the city. It looked life-less and “concrete”. We went to a downtown hotel and decided to venture out into the city. The walk only confirmed my first impression of the city. The city just looked abandoned, as in a post-apocalyptic movie. Every now and then a homeless person would pop out of nowhere to confront us. The city’s skyline was just plain boring. A couple of good things did happened. There was a local band playing rock songs in the middle of a blocked street next to a Hard Rock Cafe, with middle-aged men and women head-banging. Then we went to an old bar, which was quite fun (I had Diet Coke BTW).
I will share some of my real life experiences with ghosts or spirits. Back in July 1973, I was sleeping on my bed at night in my bedroom when I felt myself being physically woken up. I became awake and saw nothing out of the ordinary. But then I strongly sensed the presence of my deceased mother: Marie Bzyk Paslow. And I can hear her telling me to awaken. Soon afterward, the mediumistic activity stopped. As I was still very tired, I was resting on the bed for quite a while. Then, the sun came up. After still being in bed, in the wee hours of an early sunny morning, my dad, Albert Florian Paslow, walked in my room and told me he just had an experience where my deceased mother woke up him and he strongly sensed her presence and heard her telling him to get up.