If I Return To New Orleans, I Wonder What Kind Of Paranormal Experience I Might Have????????????

                           Each time I have visited The Big Easy, girls, I have had a paranormal experience.

                          Back in 2011, when I was last there with David, we were staying at The Monteleone Hotel, where each morning was offered a Continental Breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!  One morning, David had gone down before me.  I had just locked our room door, and was starting out, when I saw what seemed like a silhouetted figure, dressed in 19th Century Southern garb, gliding, not walking down the hall.  I stared at her, transfixed, unsure of what I was seeing.  Then I walked to where I saw her, and the door she seemed to be going to.  No one was there.

                            I am convinced to this day I had seen a ghost.  The Monteleone is known for having many, but I never expected to be one to have a genuine sighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                            The first one happened 15 years before, in 1996.  I was touring The Garden District--where I SO want to live, darlings!!!!!!!! alone, and stopped in front of Anne Rice's house, pictured above.  The importance of this house cannot be underestimated, because it is not just the Rice house, but the home of The Mayfair Witches in her masterpiece, "The Witching Hour."  My eyes turned instantly to the right, where I saw an enclosed porch, and the roof and window, from which and onto nasty Carlotta pushed Antha Mayfair, causing her to fall to her death. This after she had clawed out Antha's eyes!!!!!!!!!!  Carlotta wanted to control Antha because then she had the potential to be the most powerful of The Mayfair Witches, and Carlotta was jealous and resentful, being the only Mayfair to have no powers.  That thing!!!!!!!!!!!

                             I could visualize the whole thing in my mind, as I looked.  Poor Antha.  But then...........

                            I turned my eyes to the left and saw the rocking chair Deirdre Mayfair was sitting in at the start of "The Witching Hour."  Only now it was occupied by an attractive older man with piercing eyes.  He motioned me to come near him.  I found myself opening the gate, as if hypnotized. walking up the path, and the steps, until I stood I front of him.  We eyed each other, and he spoke softly to me, asking, "Do you know why you should be happy today?"  I replied, No."  He paused for several seconds, then took his hand and rubbed my cheek, saying, "Because you woke up this morning."  We eyed each other, and then I slowly retreated from the house, closing the gate, and waving to him, as I went on my way.

                             I am convinced to this day the man I spoke to was Julien Mayfair.  I have been marked by The Mayfair Witches, though why I cannot say.  They were not evil all the time, and neither am I--I am hardly evil, though I have some regrets--and they were Catholic, as am I.

                            I feel honored having to have had an encounter with Julien.  So, if I return to NOLA, I am wondering if I will have another paranormal experience, as I have been told I am predisposed to such.

                             I know such things cannot be controlled, but here is whom I hope I see--

                            I would like to make contact with Antha Mayfair, because she is my favorite of all the witches, because though 33 years older, Antha, like me, is a November baby.  She was born on November 21, 1921, and I on November 18, 1954.  I wonder if that establishes a connection between us, being why I am drawn to her.  If I find out, I will tell all on here.

                              But ghosts lurk everywhere in New Orleans.  And I bet if one dug hard enough, they exist in Manhattan.  Or Brooklyn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!