In the year 2010, I have been involved in a meditation class where my psychic ability became more pronounced. During that time I began to work with clients and at the same time I began to hear and write what I felt sounded like a type of poetry. Prior to this date, I had never written a book or anything creative outside of work related content from corporations where I was previously employed.
I began to follow this information quietly, and I would would hear sentences that rhymed, that evolved into stories that I never knew the ending until the story was completed. I began to collect the stories for a few months, hearing the same voice, that sounded as if it came from another time period. The language sounded like old English and very specific. For example, my personality would write something more uplifting. I wasn't necessarily into dark or morbid stories. I definitely didn’t write allegories, poetry, novels or ghost stories.
When people began reading what I was channeling, they were a bit confused because it didn’t reflect my personality. Either way, I continued to write, one story after another, until I had a collection large enough to publish.
The voice spoke out and said, "There,we now have it, we are ready to publish the book. I want you to name it Macabre." I thought to myself, Macabre; you must be old, we don’t really use that term these days. I responded by saying, “ You want me to publish these stories? I will do that, but can I ask who has been dictating this book to me the entire time?"
To my surprise, there stood Edgar Allan Poe in my third eye. I could see him clearly wearing the typical black jacket and white shirt, he was animated in his gestures and very happy that I could see him. He said, “You can finally see me!"
He went on to tell me that he and I have a connection, and that I was actually married to him many years ago as Virginia. Believe me, I was a bit surprised and don’t see much of a resemblance, although we don’t always look the same in each incarnation.
I began to look around and noticed he was standing in front of a wooden desk. Behind him was a bookshelf. He had a quill pen and ink, and he told me we had a lot of work to do. I thanked him for connecting to me, asked him if he was alright, considering he had a difficult life time. He said he was doing better since we had connected.
I had the book published and created a special page for him that was an Ode to Edgar Allan Poe.
I was not very comfortable to discuss my interaction with him in my book. I was new and unsure about how the public would respond. In retrospect, I should have been more straight-forward about it when publishing the book and will specify it more clearly once I update the book.
In 2012 I moved to another home that was built in 1850. There were two cemeteries nearby and the town was full of history. In that home there was a hidden opening in the wall on the side of the fireplace. We noticed there was an old LP in the house and on one side it was Danse Macabre. I knew I was in the right place.
This is when I began my first radio show called 'The Seer In The Dark'. I would read “Ode to Edgar Allan Poe" at the beginning of each show and play the music Danse Macabre.
Not only did I begin sharing my story and information on radio, I published another book called 'The Seer, Violets in the Grass' where I mentioned the book 'Macabre' on chapter 15.
During that time I became part of a team related to ghost-hunting and the paranormal. We did also do another show regarding the paranormal and celebrities who were connected to haunted things, tv shows or movies. I spent time investigating the famous SK Pierce haunted victorian mansion in Gardner, Massachusetts. (Photo from HauntedHouses.com)
Through my many connections at the time I met a woman who heard me speak about my connection to Edgar Allan Poe. She was part of a society that would discuss haunted events, including a paranormal sighting of Edgar Allan Poe seen at the Athenaeum library at Brown University in Rhode Island.
By Julie Tremaine & Tony Pacitti
If you work in a library beloved by both H. P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe, you have to expect the occasional haunting. Poe in particular left a significant impression, as the Athenaeum was where he courted – and was later dumped by – Sarah Helen Whitman. Poe died not long after they parted ways, and Whitman is said to have summoned his spirit in the library. Decades later, a man was found sleeping on the Athenaeum steps. When asked to move, he proceeded to yell, “The Conqueror Worm!” – the title of one of Poe’s poems – before vanishing into thin air.
(2017 Article from ProvidenceOnline.com)
I agreed to meet with her and we entered the library together. We walked around the main floor and I decided to visit the loft where I thought I could have a better perspective of the room. In the upper loft area were work-stations that had computers. Along the left side of the wall there were book shelves. To the right were some small areas that fit a desk.
I immediately looked to the right upon climbing the stairs and saw an oak wooden desk with a caned chair. I looked out across the library and sat down at the desk. I thought to myself: "This looks familiar", but could not place it from where…Then I turned around and saw the book shelves directly behind the desk. I looked again at the width and design of the desk, and realized, this is where Poe was standing behind his desk when I saw him.
I sat down trying to take it all in, and my friend witnessed me being perplexed about it. Then to confirm any questions whether or not he spoke to me from this location I looked to my right and there were multiple books by the name of Morocco. I said: "Well this is a sign for sure, that is my last name." As I kept looking further I found a book that almost spelled my name as I do, Marocco. It was missing one “R” to be exact. I said: "I can see this might coincidently be the M section of the library, but why are there so many books on Morocco and even more so; why would there be a book that nearly spells my name as I do?"
I was now convinced that Edgar Allan Poe had communicated with me from this location in the Athenaeum.
We then left the building and walked around to get something to eat and along the way, I stopped and said: "I feel something related to him in this region." Since my friend was familiar with his history in the town, she identified an empty lot, and said: "This spot used to be a hotel where Poe stayed years ago."
The Earl House was located at 67 North Main Street in Providence when its roof sheltered Edgar Allan Poe during his visits here in 1848. It was located at the corner of North Main and Steeple, opposite the First Baptist Meeting-House. The building is no longer standing, but we do have an early engraving of the structure by Richard Smith, when it was the American House.
(Quote and photo by EdgarAllanPoeri.com)
Years went by and in 2019 we recorded an audio book of the stories from my book 'Macabre'. As we worked on this project even more stories came through.
In 2022 I visited Montreal, Canada with a few friends. There was a man sitting on a curb with a typewriter, and he was asking people for a topic so that he would write a short poem for a donation. I knew right away that it was Poe moving through him, so I asked him to write something about Poe and this is what he wrote:
The Mind of a Thinker
Immortalized in the telling smile of a million generations.
The shadow of a raven in the mines of tragedy.
His mind burns full of energy and excitement,
to drown the sorrows of reality steeped in vivid fantasy.
The beating drum of the heart,
in the mind of his creative genius.
For the inspiration of so many for now and forever.