The Atlas Theatre, Part III

EMM

August 5th

with Special Guest

Kaitlin

Cheyenne, WY

I'm a firm believer that when opportunity comes knocking, it's best to open that door. In this case, I think we had opened a bigger door we expected.

After our successful and happy encounter with "Bill" the energy in the box seats, Kaitlin and I had agreed to show up at the theatre early the following day to try and communicate with him once again.

"Bill" had that kind of personality, one that makes you want to be instant friends. He had us smiling and laughing with his attitude and we had been thinking all night on things we wanted to ask him. Did he like seeing all the changes to theatre? Did he like seeing the changes in people's style? What did he think about the advancements in the world...cell phones, fast computers, etc?

There were only a few volunteers in the theatre when we'd arrived so we quietly sneaked back up to the box seats to chat with our friend once again. Once at the stop of the stairs, I pulled out the pendulum and we began asking for "Bill" to come forward.

"Is there anyone here with us?"

Yes.

"Is this Bill?"

No.

"Do you know Bill?"

No.

"Do you know the person we were talking to yesterday?"

No.

We were incredibly disappointed at learning this. Whatever energy this was, it was giving us a very unsettling feeling...a very unwelcome one. I started to feel lightheaded and nauseated, as if I was swaying on a moving ship. I swallowed hard and tried to pull myself together. I let Kaitlin know that I was suddenly not feeling very well. She gave me a look as if asking me if I wanted to go and I shook my head. I wanted to press on and try to get our "Bill" back.

"Is it okay if we ask you some questions?"

No.

"Do you want to talk to us?"

No.

"Do you want us to leave?"

Yes.

"Do you want us to leave?"

YES.

We looked at each other, realizing that we were truly not wanted. We quickly stood up and started down the stairs. I barely managed to a few steps before I doubled over, sick to my stomach and ready to lose everything I had eaten that day. When I reached the bottom step, it hit me like a punch in the gut and I lunged forward to the nearest trash can. Kaitlin ran to get me some water and something to clean up with, as I desperately clung on.

I have never had that kind of reaction before and have not had it since. One thing's for sure, our fun time in the box seats at the Atlas was short lived and we vowed to not linger in that spot ever again.

Perhaps it was out of jealousy that the energy hadn't wanted us there, perhaps it was pure anger of being bothered so much. Maybe this was the energy that pushed Katie's friend, causing her to tumble down the long flight of stairs.

Whatever it was, whatever the reason, I promise you I will never go back to find out.