![]() ![]() The male voice informed me, very matter-of-factly, that I was going to wake up at 2:10 that morning. I heard a commanding, stentorian voice, which interrupted my dream. I fell asleep within minutes.Ī couple of hours later, I woke up. After a brief dinner, I returned to the room and snuggled into bed. We had fought a lot of traffic getting out of Manhattan, and I was eager to go to bed as early as possible that night. Cozy and well-appointed, the room came complete with a working fireplace, and a lovely balcony facing out towards the main drive snaking up to the resort. Upon arrival at Mohonk, my friend and I checked into one of the hotel’s “Victorian” rooms. ![]() I sometimes get strong hunches or feelings about people, places and things but was not prepared for what I saw here-clearly, and at extreme close range. I know because I just now searched through my calendar and email archives to make sure to get the details right.įirst off, let me say that if you think you have any sort of spiritual or psychic sensitivities, this place will move your needle. My story happened in 2016, beginning on Friday, the Fourth of November, and ending on Saturday the Fifth, early morning to be exact. To some people I’ve shown this to, they see it right Away, others have to look at it a while before they actually see it. If you zoom in on the top of my head at the white puff, you can decide for yourself what you think. But if someone from Mohonk Mountain House would like to reach out to me to discuss legitimacy of photo, please do so. The time period of dress appear to be in the 1800’s.I wish there was a way that I could attach the photo to this page. There appear to be 2 other individuals closer to us than the man and woman on the carriage, They appear to the right of the carriage and more in the forefront.One is definitely a man with black hat, and the other appears to be possibly a woman. The carriage buggy was at the end of the white dock that is away from the beach. Both figures were looking directly at us. The second figure was that of a woman with a white hat, black dress, and white apron appearing bodice. I zeroed in on the white hazy puff, and to my astonishment I noted two figures on a buggy carriage, one male leaning on side of buggy with black hat, dark jacket, light colored pants,and his hands in his pockets. The moment was unbelievable and we were so happy! When I returned home, my sons wife forwarded me the pic she took at the beach as a special momento.When I looked closer at the photo, I noted an odd white puff above my head. ![]() My sons wife snapped a photo of my son and I while he and I were standing with each other, wading in the water, and giving each other a huge and long awaited hug. The day was beautiful and we were feeling such love and joy. I had a reunion day at Mohonk Mountain House where I was meeting my son for the first time after relinquishing him for adoption 40 yrs ago.Wehad a wonderful brunch then walked down to the little beach. ![]()
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