The Lady In White

Eric: There’s one thing we didn’t discuss enough. That if there’s reincarnation…in the Bible…Lacey is the woman in white.

The woman in white lace? Wearing the rose perfume? That’s Lacey.

Lacey, be honest…do you walk those steps…over and over…in your subconscious?

Lacey: It seems possible.

Eric: She died in 1879 in that dress. And she’s there because she’s waiting for her father. Tom.

Tom was at that hotel many times on official business. So were the Roosevelt’s. People don’t know that anymore, but it was frequented by many big deal people.

Lacey what perfume is that?

Lacey: I don’t know!

I’ve thought of that perfume many times over the years. But I can’t remember it. It’s not Guerlain, I don’t think.

Probably some unknown brand that was famous at the time and isn’t known about almost at all anymore.

Dimitry: So you were waiting to be reincarnated!?

Eric: That’s what we suspect.

Dimitry: Why there!?

Eric: Because her father…took his wife there.

And they may have contemplated getting pregnant at that hotel. To be blunt.

Lacey: Don’t think about it!

But there’s the concept.

A reader: Wait! HOW is she not conceited!? HOW is she not conceited to think this!?

Another reader: Ahhh…are you braindead?

This is just her life.

The reader: NO!

Eric: I’ve learned to ignore those energies. It’s not worth it.

This is just her life.

It’s sad they don’t cognitively understand that.

The reader: NO! But you can’t just…be this.

Eric: She’s not, at all. That’s not at all what happened. I’m sorry you can’t cognitively understand that.

Dimitry: I don’t think we’ve realized how dumb we are. Not her!

She was prettier than Marijolijn.

The reader: She can’t be this person!

Eric: No, she is.

*he shrugs*

Lacey: Anyway!

I’m stuck there. If that’s me.

I feel like I can’t get out.

Alisha: Is she wealthier than me?!?

Lacey: Anyway!

I’m stuck there.

If that’s me.

A psychic: No, my cards are telling me clearly that that’s you.

I have good guides.

Rarely do they lead me astray.

Let’s just ignore the energy called Dimitry for the moment.

Why are you stuck there?

Lacey: I’m crying.

I’m missing my dad. Tom.

And he won’t let me come over?

The psychic: Yeah!

What does that feel like?

Lacey: Horrible.

Absolutely awful.

Tom: She’s still my daughter!

Lacey: Yeah, and I can sense that. But I’m…suffering.

Tom: I messed-up.

The Pope: That’s why we have the rules we have, in the church.

Tom: I fully understand that now.

Lacey: I just wanted to be with dad. And maybe even Reta too.

Reta: I kept telling you, if there’s reincarnation, to “Just wait!” And so you did.

Al Capone: So Tom had his daughter…pacing around Hotel Congress? In Arizona. Over and over again?

*he laughs*

God: If there’s reincarnation, yes. Poor thing!

The psychic: This bad. I can feel it!

A World War II Veteran: I know her! If there’s reincarnation, I know her well.

She’s very nice!

*he thinks*

I felt so bad for her!

Alisha: Was she there for the fire?

Lacey: I don’t think I left the stairs. I wasn’t allowed.

God: Other than for the chin and the nose…that looks A LOT like Lacey. She photographs very badly.

And…-

That’s not her…as in, that woman isn’t Lacey. But…an entity may have shown us Lacey’s image. In this post.

A reader: She looks incredibly sad!

God: Indeed!

Lacey: I can’t quite make her look like me. But it’s close…already.

The locksmith: I’m mean.

You know that.

Lacey: Yes, I do.

Okay, so how do I get out?

And what rose perfume am I wearing?

A perfumer: What does it smell like?

Lacey: *thinks*

Rose De Grasse, by Aerin is similar, somewhat.

But it’s also very old fashioned like Penhaligon’s Elisabethan Rose.

Dimitry: I wouldn’t have known that.

Lacey: *smirks*

It’s too bad, you should know!

People should know these things!

Alisha: Is that really what she actually looks like!?

God: Yes. But with a much softer face. She’s better looking than that. But…that’s very close.

Alisha: So she’s not a lesbian nor a bitch. Interesting. That edge is just her personality.

Carole Lombard: I had a similar personality.

We’re very sweet! But we do have a hidden edge, to our personalities.

Clark Gable: Tom never hit on Carole. And that’s funny to me now. …To be honest, life is really creepy when you keep looking for the synchronicities. It starts to look like a video game! …It’s not, but man it’s creepy to see it…

*a moment passes*

Lacey: So!

How do I get out!?

And what perfume am I wearing??!

*a moment passes*

Listen to “Hot Blooded” by New Constellations.

Seth Thomas: Why doesn’t anyone care?

Eric is busy. He just got a phone call.

But…why is everyone else so damn uncaring?

*they wait*

Lacey: What is the perfume?

A Perfume collector: Is it French?

Lacey: *gets interrupted*

*thinks*

No! It’s not? It’s German?

A perfumer: German!?!?

Lacey: Yes! It’s popular in the upper class? In America?

A Vanderbilt wears it? Or someone like that…

A perfumer: Where? WHO MADE IT!?

Lacey: Someone in some rich, exclusive area of Germany.

Bobby: YOU ARE A DUMBASS! *to Lacey*

You’re making that up! OBVIOUSLY!

God: No, she’s not.

It was a German perfumer, if there’s reincarnation. It was a very intricate, delicate, dainty rose perfume. You’d find it overwhelming today, but back then it was necessary to be able to truly smell it. It was very rosy.