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Back Room NYC

May 22, 2019May 23, 2019
by josephafederico

Through a decrepit gate and down a true New York City alleyway, lies one of the city’s best kept secrets. But, you need a password to get in, otherwise the man at the door may mistake you for a grimy barrel buster. And you better be ready to drink like gangsters and flappers did in the Roaring Twenties.

Be prepared to get blown away the second you step through a thick Jazz Age door with a peephole in the center of it. Your eyes will adjust, trust me, and the music will carry you into a sweet, deep dream of days gone by. You’re at The Back Room. Go order a cocktail.

I had the pleasure of being invited to one of two original Prohibition-era speakeasies in Manhattan, on the Lower East Side, by the bar’s Event Coordinator, Megan. And what a show they put on! Megan, for one, was a gracious hostess, and the bartenders, namely Alex, had a steady hand and creative sense of mixology.

I’ll get to the meat and potatoes in a few minutes, but let’s start with the good stuff, first…the hooch. The Back Room serves cocktails in white cups and saucers and its beer in paper bags, just as they would have back in Lucky Luciano‘s day (one infamous gangster who frequented the space). Alex, our bartender, said, “Our cocktails are creative mixes based off of original ’20s drinks.” They were just strong enough that should you have 3 or 4, you’ll be half in the bag, doing “The Charleston” down the road, attempting to catch your Uber.

I also asked Alex if The Back Room had ever really been raided back in its heyday, and how the barkeepers managed to rid the location of any traces of alcohol. He gave me a definitive, “Yes!” and proceeded to say that the bar used to have holes underneath each bottle of booze. Once word got out The Back Room (once a part of Ratner’s) was under attack, a bartender would manage a contraption, allowing the hooch to drop into the New York City sewer system. The bar had a room in the cellar that housed backup alcohol for the following night’s happenings. And that was that.

Now, as promised, here are your meat and potatoes… an exclusive interview with The Back Room’s Event Coordinator, Megan:

Tell us about how you became the bar’s Event Coordinator:

I have been working for The Back Room since we opened (as The Back Room) in September 2005! I originally started here as a cocktail waitress. I resonated with the owner, manager, staff and space right away.

The owner, John Barounis, is very old school. Over time, he saw that I was responsible, organized and bossy, so he gave me more and more responsibilities. He eventually offered me the position of Event Coordinator, along with the titles of Manager and Daily Operations.

How long have the current owners actually owned the bar?

Since September 2005. The first event we had was a Pearl Jam party. That was our opening night!

This is an odd question, but have you been witness to or heard of any hauntings at the bar?

Oh yes! We have a few spirits in the lounge. There is a women who hangs out by the mirrors in the women’s bathroom.

We also have a not-so-nice older gentleman. Some of the more superstitious bartenders would leave a shot of scotch for him before he/she left for the night.

One of the earlier managers used to burn sage!

And every once in awhile, you catch a view of something in the mirror or something falls down for no reason. The lights are ALWAYS doing strange things. But, I think that the spirits must be fond of me, because they leave me alone.

What’s the most interesting fact you’ve learned about the bar since you’ve started working there? Anything related to its infamous patrons?

Meyer Lansky used to use the back of Ratner’s, which is now The Back Room, to host his “business” meetings.

Speaking of its past, tell us more about when Bugsy Siegel, Lucky Luciano and Meyer Lansky ran amuck. What did they like to drink?

Alcohol was illegal during Prohibition. They were drinking coffee!

We’re approaching 2020. Anything big planned for the bar?

There are always surprises. I’m sure something big will happen. But, they are often last minute or without a lot of notice.

We hosted U2, Adele, Robert Plant and Paul McCartney for events. In every case, I had about a month or less to plan! That’s part of the fun of working in the space.

But mostly, we will continue to provide all of our customers with excellent customer service in a beautiful location with a fun, speakeasy vibe.

What are some major upcoming events our readers should know more about?

We have will continue to host our Monday night jazz nights. We have hosted this event continuously, every Monday, for the last seven years! Svetlana and The Delancey Five are our in-house band.

And The Delancey Five did NOT disappoint! That night, approximately a week ago when I attended the event, The Back Room had special guest, Edith Hazel, as the front woman. Her sweet, deep, and sultry voice rang true, similar to that of a Prohibition-era starlet’s. The girl can sing.

Have you attended New York City’s The Back Room? Strap on those spats and slick your hair, because boy, oh boy, are you in for a swingin’ time!

(photographic credit: Troy Hahn)

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Miss Kenishia Green the Actress

May 15, 2019May 15, 2019
by josephafederico

Kenishia Green was born on August 19th, in Ocho Rios, Jamaica, and later came to the United States at the age of 10. While attending high school in Reading, Pennsylvania, she developed a love for performing. She later went on to study acting and directing at DeSales University, where she graduated, and eventually went on to pursue her craft in New York City.

Since relocating to the big city, Kenishia has been the host of the highly popular New York music television show, “Video City TV” for the past three years. She has had key acting roles in Shilo Media’s “South Brooklyn”(Bounce TV), “Money and Violence” (TIDAL), “Brain Games” (Discovery Channel), “Deadly Devotion” (Discovery Channel), and “Unfaithful” (OWN).

Kenishia’s current work includes the Bollywood Psychological Thriller, “Mirror Game,” which is streaming on NETFLIX. She also plays Melody in the upcoming true crime murder story, “Wisper,” set to hit festivals and other media outlets. She is also blessed to be portraying Belinda Ali in the Chuck Wepner Biopic, “Brawlers.” Both will be released in theaters in 2019.

Her current role is portraying Gabrielle, on the popular digital Series, “Situationships,” which is currently streaming on the large platform, BET.COM. She’s a supporting lead in Byamhouse stage production, “Will I Ever Get Married,” which showcased at the Dempsey Theater in Harlem, and is scheduled to hit the stage again, in Hyattsville, Maryland this spring. She has several short films and projects geared up to release for 2019.

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I Don’t Feel Like Marketing

April 30, 2019April 30, 2019
by josephafederico

So, I was listening to the Scissor Sisters on Spotify, driving home and taking calls from prospective clients, and “I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’” comes up on shuffle. And it came to me, the perfect idea for a blog on the importance of constantly working toward your goals in this digitally-connected world we live in.

The title of my blog is, “I Don’t Feel Like Marketing,” and I can truthfully tell you, I’ve been there, too! Some days, the creative bug just doesn’t want to bite, and you’re lazy AF. Who’s with me? I can smell the wood burning in those brains of yours and see those lips curl. Admit it… That’s completely normal, but, marketing is a must and strategy planning neverstops. Sorry.

DO IT

Marketing is a 24/7 job, even if you don’t have the means to hire an agency to run a strategy for your company. The show must go on, and marketing demands don’t discriminate.

So, why is marketing so important, anyway? Here’s a breakdown…

By creating an airtight marketing strategy for your business, it can help in assuring that your products/services are fully developed, and that they meet the needs of your target audience — which, in turn translate into customers and clients.

Developing said airtight marketing strategy doesn’t just happen overnight. It takes research, time management and a lot of commitment.

Are you hustling to keep your brand afloat?

SMALL BUSINESS? SO, WHAT?

Without clients bringing you a steady revenue stream, your business is dead. That’s just a cold, hard fact. In order to attract and retain a hefty list of clientele, your brand, your team, and you yourself, must thoroughly understand the importance of a strong marketing strategy. Strangers on the net are more likely to choose your competitors because of their social media presence, because they’re solving for: Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How.

Truthfully, smaller and medium-sized businesses just don’t place importance on the power of marketing and what it can do to increase their visibility and secure revenue streams. They all-too-often see marketing as a chore or just another expense, and don’t do anything about it. Let me be clear, marketing is very, very different from advertising and sales. Very different.

So, let’s recap for a moment… Your competitors — the ones actually getting business in your market — are solving for 6 things:

Who — describes the business within a snackable statement

What — the items or services offered to the public

Where — the location of the company

When — their hours of operation

Why — why they started their company; mission statement

How — how they’re going to deliver to their customers

NOW IT’S CRUCIAL

Building your brand from the ground up is no easy feat, but it’s crucial for any business, and the marketing strategy is the foundation to structure first. Consider asking additional questions to assist you and your team in building an iron-clad strategy:

Why am I going into business?
What am I attempting to solve for when it comes to my customers’ needs?
How is my business different from my competitors?

Once you flush out the answers to the questions listed above, your strategy will come to you more easily. Then, you will be set to create a stellar content calendar, and share concise posts across all social media profiles, such as Facebook and Twitter.

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In appreciation of “Elvira: Mistress of the Dark”

March 9, 2019March 9, 2019
by josephafederico

Originally published by Actor/Singer, Manuel Caneri (2017)

I had just started high school as a freshman in the fall of 1988. Elvira was hitting the pinnacle of her success as the “Mistress of The Dark.” Her ghoulishly beautiful face was gracing the ads of booze products, Halloween costume knickknacks and late night talk shows. Living in Northern California, I did not have access to her formative years on “Movie Macabre,” the B-movie hosting gig which propelled her to fame. This was a two-fold disappointment in my teen years as I was desperately curious to see more of Elvira AND to have more exposure to the low budget horror films which I was increasingly becoming more infatuated with (read: obsessed). In the age before Netflix and YouTube, it was more challenging to get your hands on these Z-grade treasures.

Needless to say, it was to my great excitement that Elvira released her first feature length film in the fall of 1988. I saw the movie on a Saturday afternoon, the day after its release. It was the 1:00pm showing (I have the memory of an elephant) and for the next 96 minutes I was swept into Elvira’s world and I ate up every second of it. Here was a love letter to creature features enveloped in a joyously silly, high spirited comedy. And, here also, was Elvira in all her delightfully devilish glory. I fell head over spiked black heels in love with the “Mistress of The Dark,” a single sided love affair that continues to this day (as of this writing, I have an Elvira wallet in my back pocket).

I only saw the film in theatres one time. It didn’t do much business at the box office and sadly vanished from theatres prematurely. When it was released on video a few months later, in true movie nerd fashion, I rented the film almost every single weekend thereafter. The clerk who worked at City Video took pity on my weekly rental habit and very kindly offered to sell me a used (mostly by me) copy of the movie for $12. With zero hesitation I took him up on his offer and for years to come I wore out the videocassette subjecting everyone from my sister and my parents to my childhood friends (and any other unsuspecting bystander who crossed my path) to experience the delicious exploits of Elvira.

The film finds our heroine quitting her lackluster job as a horror hostess at an obnoxious TV station and heading to Falwell, Massachusetts for the reading of her great aunt Morgana’s will. Upon her arrival she is greeted with shock and dismay by the conservative town residents but is able to befriend the local teens, in addition to capturing the attention of the hunky owner of the local movie theatre. Hoping to receive big bucks as part of her inheritance to finance a Vegas show, she is instead given a rundown house, a recipe book and poodle named Alconquin (whom she renames Gonk after giving him a punk rock make over) . Unbeknownst to her, the harmless recipe book is in actuality a tome of magic spells which her shady Uncle is hell bent on getting his hands on for dubious conjurations. It all culminates in a pastiche of vicious gossipers, demon attacks and musical numbers.

Cassandra Peterson and company didn’t set out to make an epic masterpiece with “Elvira: Mistress of The Dark.” It’s a simple, lighthearted and slightly naughty comedy and never assumes to be anything more than that. And that is one of the keys to its lovability. It embraces its silliness and gleefully celebrates it. Sure, I’m a huge fan of sophisticated cinema like the work of Hitchcock or Orson Welles et al, but I also have a massive sized soft spot for the camp talents of Roger Corman and the giddy, even juvenile humor of low brow comedies like The Sweetest Thing and Dirty Love (yes, the one with Jenny McCarthy… there, I said it.) Critics were harsh and movie goers didn’t turn out upon its initial release but thankfully through the years the film has gained a sizable cult following in addition to some very dedicated fans.

The movie works so well mostly due the fact that its protagonist is immensely likeable. She’s a fictional character who has existed in the real world years before the movie was actually made. The difference this time is that Elvira is now a full-fledged character with a backstory and a fuller, cohesive personality. Sexy and bawdy? Yes. But also tough, flawed and overwhelmingly endearing. As expected, the movie rests on her shoulders (and her ample cleavage) and she carries it with confidence and a heaping ton of charm. She’s also a terrific comedienne. Peterson spent the early part of her career as a member of the Groundlings, the famed LA comedy troupe, and she brings a knack for delivery and timing to the character. Shockingly she was nominated for a Razzie Award and many reviewers criticized her as being a bad actress. I believe it’s because they were clueless about who Elvira was and how the character operated and that Peterson, much like Paul Reubens and Pee Wee, was creating a larger than life fictional persona.

Another noteworthy trait worth mentioning is that Elvira is a feminist hero. Hear me out! She unapologetically enjoys her body and her sexiness but she’s also fiercely independent and maneuvers around her obstacles without ever needing help from a man. When a letch crosses her path, she kicks his ass and puts him in his place. She demands respect without having to compromise her behavior or her image. She’s in charge baby!

The film makes good use of some delightful character actors. Edie McClurg, an ’80s staple famous for her cameos in John Hughes comedies and supporting roles in TV sitcoms, is Chastity Pariah, the town’s detestable busy body. She’s funny and clearly enjoying her turn as a colorful antagonist. W. Morgan Sheppard wisely plays it straight as Elvira’s brooding-come-demon uncle, the real villain of the piece. Daniel Greene is easy on the eyes as burly love interest Bob and Susan Kellerman is the jealous, faux breasted Patti. There’s also the late Jeff “Kenickie” Conaway as one of Uncle Vinny’s slimy henchmen, a bossy, grouchy Pat Crawford Brown (“Shut up Leslie!”) and some affable young actors as the teens at Elvira’s side.

A large part of the movie was filmed at the Warner Bros studios in Burbank, California. The Midwest Street area of the backlot stood in for Falwell, Massachusetts. These sets have been used in countless other films such as The Music Man and The Monster Squad in addition to standing in for Hazzard County in The Dukes of Hazzard television program. The façade of Elvira’s house was located just steps away from the town square area. Sadly it was torn down recently during a studio expansion. I was able to view these sets a few times when I took the Warner Brothers Studio Tour. My friends and I made the tour guide stop the oversized golf cart when we passed by Elvira’s house. We ran up to the façade and took photos on the porch while a gaggle of German tourists waited less-than-patiently for us to resume the tour. Incidentally, it has been erroneously reported on various web sites that the movie was filmed on the Back to The Future square on the Universal lot and that Elvira’s residence was the same house used in The Munsters. Both of these instances are not correct but I can see why some casual viewers might mistake the two as they look quite similar in their layout and design.

Cassandra Peterson tried for many years to make a followup this little gem and after many false starts, she was finally able to self-finance Elvira’s second big screen adventure. Filmed in Romania, Elvira’s Haunted Hills is a playful homage to the Roger Corman Poe films of the 60’s which starred the late, great Vincent Price. As a big fan of those classic films, I appreciated and enjoyed the movie. It would be unfair to expect any other Elvira movie to rekindle the giddy charm of her first celluloid foray.

I can’t say “Elvira: Mistress of the Dark” made me think deeply about life or made me discover some hidden truth of the human condition but what it has done for me might be even better than all that. It made me laugh and it made me happy. And it continues to do so upon every viewing. What more could you ask for?

Until next time, “unpleasant dreams”…

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The McBryant Mission

January 20, 2019January 20, 2019
by josephafederico

My next guest blogger is a young, southern man who has a dream and a big heart. His name is Logan Bryant, and this is his story…

So, what’s the McBryant Mission exactly? “Two guys with a dream to bring quality craft beer right to where you’re going. No need to come find us, because we’re going to bring it right to your favorite bar or restaurant. No joke. Real Amarillo craft. Real beer. Real good. Early stage start-up.”

Now, that right there is our Facebook “about” section, telling you what we are all about, but honestly, there might just be more to say about it. Let’s dig in.

My business partner and long-time friend, Patrick McKnight, and I came across this idea in our dusty, little-big city-town thing called Amarillo, Texas. We entered the sphere of brewing with almost zero collective experience between the two of us, other than a couple other attempts, successful ones, I might add, at him making a few different types of alcohol.

I happened to stop over to his apartment, with whom he shared with his daughter and another roommate, late one night after getting off working at a local pizzeria. You see, I was, I am, and I may still be a pizza guy. I know, I know… tough job, and somebody has got to do it… but, I digress. I can get into that more later.

Mead, moonshine, and then finally beer: These are the alcohols that were experimented with for Patrick to truly learn and absorb the fermentation process. Fermentation is simply the process of microorganisms called yeast, converting the sugars in a wort (the sugar-filled mixture that eventually becomes the alcohol) into carbon-dioxide and alcohol. Neat, huh?

My role in this is simply one of materializing the idea that is now McBryant Brewery. The logo, the money, the marketing, etc. THIS is my domain. I leave making the alcohol, the recipes, the subtle nuances that makes our beer… well, just darn good… to my brewmeister deluxe. Funny story.

So, apparently, you need to take a class or get a certificate or something to become an actual” Brewmaster”, so, I decided to fill the spot with a made-up title for now. Titles are just titles, right? His product that comes from his level of experience blows my mind. He is able to look at a recipe without EVER having tried it once, and tell me exactly what he would change to get the flavor profile he was envisioning.

Hey, whatever works. I get a good product, and he gets some good fun out of it. Win, Win. I touched upon myself just a little bit in the last paragraph, but I didn’t give you a full picture of who I am and what I’m about. That’s what THIS paragraph is for. My name is Logan Bryant, and I am a 22-year-old man born in Lubbock and raised in Amarillo. I’ve been around, can’t you tell? I work at a locally-owned pizza shop (La Bella Pizza on Olsen) here in town, and have been doing so for about the past 3-4 years.

Working for a locally-owned business for so long and seeing the ins and outs of a small business operating had always intrigued me, and is more than likely what spurred me to say “screw it, let’s do it” with McBryant. Now, what exactly spurred me on to brew beer? Well, like I had previously stated, I knew one of my best friends knew how to make pretty decent alcohol, and with minimal accommodation, too. Before I had even thought though, I must tell you the short, simple, and sweet story of what made this come to life.

Yes, I get two paragraphs about myself. What did you think this was? I was a boy who could never seemingly sit still; I was always the class clown. If anyone said anything at all that I could make a witty remark to, it just had to leave my mouth in an attempt to make others laugh. I wasn’t always in trouble, but that may not seem obvious with the preceding statement.

Being that outgoing character helped me stick around longer in service industries, hence my stretch at La Bella pizza, with which I’m still (gratefully) employed until this brewery gets its wings. My outgoing nature plopped me right into a barserver position at work whenever they decided to expand their current small pizza shop into a neighboring building (it’s in a shopping strip, so the buildings are literally RIGHT next door to one another), by cutting a couple of door-sized holes in the wall between our shop and the new expansion.

This was a fun position that didn’t require much effort at first, due to the new nature of the bar-side dining area. Eventually, I had started getting more people coming in and from all over the country too! Some even came from other parts of the world, as Amarillo just so happened to be on their route to where their final destination was. Props to route 66 for that, because one encounter with one customer would end up changing my life, and the life of my brewmeister, fundamentally.

A woman walked in and hurriedly asked me what we had that was local. I responded to her with all of our local Texas brews that we carried, and she simply said “No, I meant from here.” She meant from Amarillo. I had to respond with an unfortunate tone, telling her that we did not carry anything from the local breweries.

See, all of the breweries in town are set up as brew pubs. Brew pubs make their own beer, yes, but they only sell it out of their own storefront, basically forcing people to find them on their own, to get some new craft beer. I, in that moment, came up with the idea to brew our own beer. The pieces all fell into place, and I thought that with my graphic design knowledge, minimal marketing knowledge, and a dash of ambition, that maybe… just maybe… we could start our own little grass-roots operation. Our mission is to get good beer where you already go to get your beer.

Here we are now… 1,100 followers on Instagram, 250 likes on Facebook and ambitious as hell. I won’t say I didn’t pay my way, because… well, I did. Now, I don’t “buy followers” or “buy likes;” I utilize a tool that makes marketing for me just a little bit easier on me personally; it’s called Marketing Tools, and is an app on Play Store and iTunes. This was done so that when we are able to legally sell our products, we already have people looking at us and want to buy. Can you blame me?

SO, we will keep pushing until the dream is realized. Once you figure that out about anything you want to do with yourself, you can make miracles happen.

Even with the seemingly small numbers of support that we’ve garnered over that last few weeks/months, we are overwhelmed with the LEVEL of the support we actually have received, and cannot tell you how blessed we are to be living in this wonderful time with all of you wonderful people.

So, take this stereotypical start with us in my dad’s garage, and make it worldwide. What do you say?

As they say in Texas, “Thank you, pardner.” Thanks for the read, and be sure to go check us out and support what we are doing!

Much love, much beer,

Logan Bryant
Owner, McBryant Brewery

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Spiritual Guidance by Maricela Duarte

January 20, 2019January 20, 2019
by josephafederico

The next guest blogger on JosephAFederico.com is my friend, Maricela Duarte. Continue below to read her fascinating story and be sure to contact her for a spiritual follow-up!

My childhood was normal to say the least. You know, everyone has stories of imaginary friends and tall tales of events that happened during sleepovers. Well, my events never took place over at someone’s Halloween party. I had always been somewhat of the ‘odd’ or ‘different’ child in our family.

I remember the earliest experience being around the age of 3. I was in our small apartment living room and I remember it being a bit dark; a sofa and a window was right behind it to my left, and to my right was the front door. I remember playing with a green tennis ball on the floor, and then I saw a quick shadow followed by some low whispers. I also remember being interested in Armageddon. Every morning, I’d ask my mom if a day would be the ‘end of the world,’ then run outside and stare up at the sky as if something were going to happen.

A few years later, our family moved into a home in Pico Rivera, California, and that is where everything for me began. No day or night was quiet for me; there was ALWAYS something or someone around trying to get my attention. From silhouettes of men in brown robes, to women in white dresses crossing between walls in our bedroom, and even small creatures hanging off my bed at night and scattering on the floor… no night was inactive.

Although those events were not frightening, I would bring it to my mother’s attention to which she would order us to clean out the storage from underneath our beds, because she was then certain the crawling creatures were mice. I lived with all of those apparitions for about a year or so when one night, I was completely frightened of what showed up to greet me.

I remember I woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. We had the type of light in the hallway that would have to be turned on from the opposite end (not closest to our bedroom). I tried waking up my twin to ask her to join me, so that I would not be alone, but she insisted that she didn’t have to pee, and I would just have to make the tumultuous journey down the hall alone. Holding my breath, and knowing something was waiting for me, I slowly walked out of our bedroom and started making my way down the long hall.

Nothing was off at first, taking another unsteady step closer to the light switch. I started noticing two red eyes starring right at me from our bay window in our living room. I thought to myself that it may be outside of the window. I took another few steps, and as I got closer to the living room area, to my amazement, I noticed that the eyes were on top of my parents record player INSIDE our home in front of the bay window. That’s where I froze.

This thing was possibly the size of a medium-sized small dog breed, with gray skin and ugly-looking paws. It was squatting down, looking straight at me with nothing but what looked like a smirk on its face. I never made it to that light switch, but instead ran straight into the bathroom and quickly locked the door, sat in our bathroom for about what felt like a lifetime (more like 45 minutes).

I waited until I sensed that this thing had backed up away from the door, although I knew it wasn’t out of the house. Once again, I held my breath and counted to three before throwing open the bathroom door and booking it straight for my bedroom. I turned my head right before entering my room where I saw this thing on the floor with that same disgusting smirk again.

After that night, what I thought was a curse to live with just became harder and harder to deal with. Since I had no one to show me how to set boundaries, and when to allow entities to come into contact with me, life was full of ups and downs. I acted-out a lot during this time of my young life, and was angry all the time, probably because I never really slept.

I tried to talk to my parents about everything, but just ended up keeping it to myself after the constant ‘it was just a dream’ excuses. Being of the old world, my parents stuck to many old habits of lecturing and scolding. For example, if we misbehaved, they would tell us that our “Guardian Angel had left us and the Devil would be pulling at our feet tonight,” so, that just added to my fear.

After the event with the gargoyle-like creature, that is when I started feeling the frequency of Spirit. The voices were still far off, and it always sounded like someone had the television on in a back room at just the right volume to know the television was on, but not loud enough to hear it.

The energy was always intense, and sometimes, I found myself getting completely dizzy and falling over. I would get constant visions of the past rushing through my head, especially around the older side of town. Once we moved to Colorado, things calmed down a little. But, being that we were only 12 when we moved out there, little did I know the ghosts that waited for me in good ‘ol Denver.

I always wondered why my childhood home had such an overpowering energy to it, and that was answered by Mrs. Moreno, a beautiful neighbor we had growing-up in Cali. One summer, when we went back to visit some family, she sat down with us and spoke about growing-up in the neighborhood of Pico Rivera. The story was that before our home was built, there stood the last church of Pico Rivera as property of Mexico, before it was purchased by the United States. That immediately explained the women in white dresses and the men in brown robes.

Fast forward to my teenage life. The home we moved into was built around the 1940s, but we feel that the ground itself was haunted. I would constantly get scratching at my bedroom window, my bedroom lights would always be flipped on in the middle of the night, thundering/banging on my front door in the middle of the night, as well as orbs flying inside and outside our home. My twin sister once followed an orb outside in the middle of the night, trying to see whatever this thing was! She, of course, found absolutely nothing.

When my husband (then-boyfriend) and I moved into our first apartment together; that’s when my Guides really started to push me into awareness. I fell onto dark times then, self-medicating myself with marijuana and excessive drinking, because then, I had a reason to hear the voices… I just chalked it up to the drugs.

Needless to say, I’ve been clean a little over ten years now, and have been working on helping to understand what is really out past the veil that we cannot see with our own two eyes. I strive to help others start their healing process through council and Reiki, and I use my gifts. I’m now grateful for them and find it amazing to see the things and hear the things and sense the things that are all around us all the time.

I can now teach my kids and so many others, how to set proper boundaries, not just try keeping away negative forces, but also keeping away negative people and situations. Meditating and speaking to myself is part of my normal life now, and it keeps me sane. I still get a few nightly visitors, but all in all, I have grown to a point where I can set the proper intentions and lay down the law for anything that tries to come into my home.

Now, I have created my own business to help others spiritually by clearing homes, spaces and people, that have unexplained activities and/or attachments. I bring in many different tools and allies, and follow my Angels’ guidance and intuitions using many forms of plants, flowers, oils, smudges and so much more.

I truly believe that I was given this gift in order to receive the experiences that I did, and use it to help others.

If you would like to reach me, you can find me on Instagram @m.d.traditionalllc, or by email, at mdtraditional@gmail.com. Our web page is www.beyondmediums.com for any paranormal issues you find yourself having.

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Spiritual Readings with Seth Browder

January 2, 2019January 2, 2019
by josephafederico

And for my next act, I had the pleasure of sitting down with a spiritual, light-hearted man name Seth Browder. He takes us on his journey through twists and turns, as he finds himself.

My youth involved growing up in Colorado Springs. At the age of nine, I experienced my first apparition—my best friend, Joel, visited me after being struck by a semi-truck, two days after his death. Several months later, Joel visited again, and prompted me to speak my truths about the abduction I experienced when I was molested by a man who lived down the street.

These are my beginnings as a medium, as a gifted being, who remembers the conversations between my mother and grandmother who spoke of spirits that visited them. These are my beginnings as a magick practitioner, who studied the occult, because of a father’s curiosity with the undead, the unusual, the paranormal. My father, a self-proclaimed ghost hunter, an avid vampire/werewolf chaser, used me as his conduit, his connection to the other side, his translator to the dead, while we drove around Manitou Springs in a 1963 Mercury Comet, and a trunk filled with paranormal hunting supplies.

My whole life, I was considered a freak. I began to believe I was a freak who fell into darkness after my abduction. With personal attempts to end my life, I was placed into recovery for a year. I was situated in therapy when alcohol abuse became my father, and my sexual-identity became a sin—I was the freak people perceived me to be. Then, in my late-teens, I had the strength to leave Colorado Springs to find myself in the world, thereafter.

I found myself in Seattle, Washington, where I began to hone my gifts by studying the craft of magick. Attuned to Reiki, and eventually becoming a Reiki Master Teacher myself, I taught natural healers to awaken their own gifts within themselves and sharpen their abilities to communicate with the deceased. As a teacher, I introduced rituals to my students who healed others, but also healed me as their guide when balance restored itself.

After meeting my partner, a part of me questioned myself as a spiritual practitioner, a healer, and/or a guide; a part of me went dormant when I began to excessively drink alcohol and inhaled two packs of cigarettes on a daily basis. At thirty-years-old, I had a heart attack. My whole life was in question.

My partner and I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico. There, I was awakened slightly as I began to see more than just the ancient spirits of the land. I began to feel myself again, when the spirits of my partner’s childhood woke me in the dead of sleep. While in Santa Fe, I began to experience the eccentricities of the landscape and appreciated the spirits that surrounded me and guided me as I journeyed to regain bits of me that were lost in transition.

Being a medium has never been easy, I should add, but it has been healing, especially after the loss of my pépère, who helped me accept my gifts as a medium when he came to visit me during the worst times of my life. My mother is also my guide, as she has reminded me to acknowledge my growth as a communicator. She, too, contains similar gifts.

I can say I can come from a lineage of mediums, but I am unsure; however, my whole family can attest to their own abilities to see or feel or hear what is not present. I am unsure how far my power has been within our growing family, but I know the strength of my ancestors are with us.

Self-healing has been an important process in my practice. Working with Archangel Magick, I have been able to utilize the hierarchy as guides in finding other natural-born mediums, who needed guidance during their own confrontations of self-worth. With the support of friends, teachers, and spiritual leaders, I have been granted a sight to view the unseen; I have been granted a sight to help find the lost; I have been granted a sight to guide others into their own safety.

I recently lost my father, in the midst of returning to Colorado Springs. He is now part of the guides who help me when I need assistance. The scent of cigarettes fills my home whenever he is near. I no longer smoke, I no longer drink, I no longer work as an assistant for an abusive alcoholic who dissuaded me from ever believing in my own self-importance.

With the help of an apothecary in Manitou Springs, I created an all-natural lotion that aides the healing process after any tattooing. Because of my own skin issues with eczema, my lotion has soothed the aches and pains for those who suffer eczema and psoriasis. My kitchen is now my office, my laboratory, my reason to attain self-assurance in practicing healing for others; more importantly, healing me from those who create maltreatment, but also create a magick to heal the world.

Confidence is what I found, in the experience, to attract what I needed to succeed. The light I am surrounded by gleams and feeds itself to the world for others to ingest and receive nourishment. I provide strength.

My creation will help others, my ability of sight will guide others, my presence will empower others to find themselves, and view the world through different light.

My light is theirs to share.

My partner and I have been in Colorado Springs for the past five years. I married my best friend. Our family has blossomed into three cats, six dogs, a tank full of fish. We own a house with a garden filled with anomalies where plants are arranged to resonate with beauty. It’s a sanctuary I built for myself; it’s a sanctuary for anyone who needs to get away. I built it for those to sit and breathe and watch the mountains. My mother is currently in remission for breast cancer. She is healing and recovering.

We are healing and recovering.

We will sit and wait inside our sanctuary as we breathe.

If you are interested in a reading or teaching under Seth Browder, you may contact him here. If you are interested in his healing lotion, you may contact him here. Follow him on Instagram: @sethbrowder76 .

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My Favorite Things – Witch Mix

December 21, 2018December 21, 2018
by josephafederico

P.G. Witchcrest dropped off a lovely remixed version of “My Favorite Things” in my email the other day, just in time for the Christmas season.

He is a 28-year-old Louisiana resident and native, and aspiring author and local artist. Mr. Withcrest is currently working on two novels and will be the cover model for one of my historical fiction works in the near future.

So, without further ado, here is his version of the holiday favorite…

Black clothen covens
And Legions of witches
Rough burlap poppets all sewn up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things!

Red ruby slippers and weird sister bitches
Black cats and gray rats
And self-cleaning kitchens
Sisters that fly off the roof on Hallow’s eve
These are a few of my favorite things!

Charmed ones and Willows
Dark sleepy hollows
Green wicked witches that melt like the spring
These are a few of my favorite things!

When the crows fly
When the beast calls
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad!

What did you think of this holiday classic with a dark twist? Comments welcome below.

For more information on P.G. Witchcrest, to contact him, to learn more about his upcoming novels, or to submit a poem, simply click here.

Happy hauntings and Merry Yule!

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Talk About Acting with Adler Hyatt

December 7, 2018December 7, 2018
by josephafederico

My third guest, the young, handsome and talented Adler Hyatt, is an actor. See, I’m attempting to spotlight all walks of life and professions in this here blog series.

Read on, because things are about to get interesting…

Whether I knew it or not, I was always a performer growing up. I always loved playing as TV characters when on the playground as opposed to football. When I discovered the stage, I was hooked. My journey took me all the way from my New Orleans home to the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland to get my bachelor’s degree in Acting. I dedicated my life to the role of a performer, and I wish I could go back and teach myself all the things I know now… to make my personal course a little smoother.

The biggest question I had as a young performer is, “What is my method?” I thought I should know what I needed to do to prepare myself for a role naturally, but an actor’s method is a unique thing. It’s like a fingerprint, but even more personal, since it can’t truly be categorized. The one thing every person in the entire industry will tell you about acting, is that an honest performance is key to every lock for actors.

To get an honest performance, you need to have a grasp on your process. But, which process is the right fit? I’m a firm believer in the fact that different people need different things to be able to access the pool of emotional openness needed for that honesty. Whether you are a Stanislavsky Savant or a master of “The Method”, the constant truth of acting is trueness in the emotion, in the scene, in the character. To find this trueness, one needs to find what way the character fits into their personal process and method.

I know actors that give tear-jerking performances after light skimming of the words, and actors that discover honesty in the words after in-depth textual analysis and a breakdown of the scene through bookwork. Neither of these actors are better than the other; they both are simply using different processes to open their portrayal of the characters to the audience.

For myself, I always thought that my need for bookwork was a weakness… that the actor that needs to put more effort into the book is not as effective as an actor that just releases their emotion to the world with ease, but that isn’t the case. If it gets you where you need to be as a performer, bookwork is a fantastic tool.

Now, one of my favourite things to do when getting new characters is the bookwork, whether it is necessary or not. It helps me find the person in the character and that person is what I can bring to the stage or screen or radio or wherever I find myself as an artist. What the audience receives is the most important part of the job of an actor. How the actor gets there is the process.

A lot of the words are interchangeable: process, method, technique; they all, in essence, mean the same thing. What we need to remember as actors, is that all the feeling, and working and connecting is done to bring ourselves and the character together. Whether that is done by being the character or being yourself and knowing how to inflect delivery to get the desired sound and physicality.

The best thing is what works for the individual. An actor’s method cannot be dogma. Through my own training, I picked and chose pieces from each of the famous methods we studied until I discovered what brought me emotional trueness as a performer. Doing this not only helped me find my own truth as an actor, but I also discovered personal growth as a human being.

Sincerely,
Adler Hyatt

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Conversations with Jason Cobb

December 4, 2018
by josephafederico

My second guest in this blog series is a man, a legend… on Instagram and in real life. The true reason I reached out to Mr. Cobb, was because I was intrigued by what story he had to tell, that I just knew he had hidden behind his somewhat-scandalous story and platform wall. He’s not a many of many words, but what he shares is one of love and self-truth.

Ladies and gents, I’d like to officially reveal Mr. Jason Cobb!

I was supposed to be a high school theatre queen, having been in every musical, touring troupe, and theatre production I could find. So, fast forward past college and logically, I became a lawyer (sarcasm intended). I came out of undergrad the way most people worked their way through – undecided. I knew I wanted an advanced degree, if only because I knew I was capable. What form that took was mostly irrelevant for the longest time.

But several years out of undergrad, I found myself married to the first guy I ever asked out (a guy I met at my telephone customer service job), and he had legal dreams. So, after watching him tackle his first two years of law school, I was very much into “that’ll do.” So, I quickly followed after.

Fast forward through a few houses, a few mortgages, several dogs, and a kid. After fifteen plus years, I decided to get gay-divorced before that got trendy, too. And at forty, I found myself largely unsure of myself and what I had to offer anyone on the dating front. I got a quick education. But first, I got a mustache. Duh.

It sounds silly, but growing a mustache had a LOT to do with me owning my own appearance, and accepting that I didn’t want to try passing for a young man. I looked like what I looked like, and that was fine. My goal was to be genuine. Frankly, my life had gotten really complicated in a short amount of time, and the last thing I had energy for was creating an alter ego.

But, choosing to present yourself in a genuine fashion necessarily requires a large measure of self-acceptance. And part of my journey of self-acceptance was realizing that I was fine just the way I was… that not everyone was going to be into me, and that I didn’t need everyone to be into me. And mostly, that I wasn’t my own type.

Really. I realized that as a gay man sizing up every other gay man, I didn’t need to meet my own standard or checklist of what I was looking for. I wasn’t into me. But solely as a preference, not a judgment as to my worth as a human being. Just because I wouldn’t date someone like me didn’t mean I wasn’t worth dating; it just meant I was looking for someone with a different taste in men. I came to accept it as perfectly normal for someone to see things in me they find impossibly sexy, attractive, and loveable, that I simply didn’t appreciate at all, or that I even found unattractive.

This approach also freed me to feel validated about my own needs and desires. And so, @notgettingyouapony, my Insta handle, was born. I was fine being a daddy, but I already had an actual son who wanted me to buy him things. I wasn’t looking for another bill, or another tax deduction.

Having never really dated before shacking up and getting married the first time, I quickly appreciated that I also lacked any dating skills… as in, I can’t take a hint, I don’t understand when someone makes a pass at me, and making repeated passes usually results only in the same reaction. I’m that dense.

So, I decided to try just being nice… to be honest about my feelings, including with myself, not sleeping with anyone I didn’t actually like at the moment on some level as a human being, and trying not to unnecessarily hurt anyone. I didn’t always succeed, but I feel a lot better about myself thinking I did right by most people. Fight me.

My little midlife dating adventure led me and my boyfriend together a few years ago. He’s everything I could have dreamed for, and surprises me every day. And even though he tells me constantly, I still haven’t the damndest idea what he sees in me. But, I love him for it. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk (said with full appreciation that it sounds like a dad trying to be cool…)

Hi, I’m Jason.

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