Maybe old Barkley helped the medium
- Dawn Dumont | December 05, 2019
I went to a séance last week in Las Vegas. Not a real séance – rather, a re-creation of a séance but they spelled it: “recreation séance” so that sort of gave it a different vibe. Like we would be sitting around on a basketball court in shorts and sneakers while trying to summon spirits.
For the uninitiated, a séance is run by a medium. There is a difference between psychics and mediums – I have learned this from my siblings who visit both with the same regularity as people check in with their dentists. Psychics apparently draw their information from the spirits. But mediums get their messages from people or animals who have passed on before. I guess it boils down to who you would rather hear your news from: some random spirit or your former Shih Tzu, Mr. Wiggles.
The séance took place at “Binions” which is a hotel located in Fremont street. When you walk in you are greeted with the smell of cigars, booze and carpet soaked in clamato juice. It had personality is what I am saying. We checked in at the front desk next to a cigar shop where a man stood and chuffed on a cigar as though cancer or fresh air had never existed.
A young woman - Rae - greeted our party of three warmly. She had had some acting lessons and at various times during the night her face would go blank and she would stare off into space. I do this at times as well, especially when I’m low on sleep or lying. She explained the history of the hotel; it had been the cornerstone of the general lawlessness of old Vegas. Considering that an entire family had budded in front of me at Starbucks that very morning – the lawlessness persists.
She asked us to write down a question on a piece of paper and then burned the paper in front of us. I enjoyed this immensely – fire always adds a little pizazz to an evening. The paper exploded into ash when she hit it flame – “exploding paper,” she explained. I had a feeling that if she put a flame to the cigar store owner, the same thing would happen to him.
She took us to a small room that she explained that did not exist on the building plans. (She did not really let me review the building plans long enough to confirm this.) We walked up a flight of stairs and then asked to turn over our phones. So far this was the scariest part of the adventure. Take my phone! Why not just ask for my soul? But we were good sports and handed them over.
Rae left us in a side room – sans cellphones – and explained that the medium was on his way. His name was Frank and when he appeared, he had a slightly rumpled look – like he had just emerged from a suitcase after a long flight.
During the séance the medium brought up our three questions individually (the ones we had burned!). At first the medium thought my question was another person’s so I had to pipe up: “No, that was me. The spirits have misled you.” So, then the medium went through my answer –– and guess what?
Despite the clumsiness, the medium’s answer was pretty darn perfect. Maybe it was basic common sense, maybe it was the spirits lingering in the space or maybe it was my old dog Barkley but the answer resolved a lot of things.
Later my friend and I were debriefing and he told me that you were supposed to write your NAME before you wrote your QUESTION which was why the medium had confused my and the third person’s question. It is pretty hard to fleece people if they can’t follow simple directions.
Despite the campiness, it was a nice off the strip adventure – with some unexpected wisdom thrown in for good measure.