Visiting Kaymoor One Mine

This week was an incredibly busy week from a spiritual perspective. I was in West Virginia for a few days and whilst there I felt called to visit a few abandoned (or mostly abandoned) towns as well as the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. On Tuesday, I decided to visit the Kaymoor One mine. Pitched on the side of the New River Gorge, Kaymoor mine was established in 1899 and in operation from 1900 - 1962. The mine entrance sits roughly 400 feet below the top of the gorge, and is accessed by an extremely short (0.25 mile) and steep trail. At its height, the town of Kaymoor One was home to 560 people. It was its own self-contained town, with schools, churches, and even their own baseball team. 

An original sign from the mine encouraging
workers to be safe.

Those that know me know I have issues with heights. This trail challenged me from the beginning - steep switchbacks and rocky steps, pitched against steep drop-offs. I made my way down step by careful step, talking to myself about how it doesn't matter how long it takes me to get there, as long as I just take my time. It took me a bit but I made it to the top of the mine. I found a perch and sat down to meditate and clear the anxiety from the trail. I wasn't going to be able to communicate with anyone if I didn't do that first. 

Once I cleared the anxiety, I detected the presence of several Earthbounds in the vicinity. I immediately got the name Timothy. 

The entrance to Kaymoor One mine, where I found 
three Earthbound spirits.

I walked over to the opening of the mine, and sure enough, there were three people just inside the mine itself. I found it interesting that they chose refuge inside the mine, but I suppose that it's probably the most protected space on the property. Two other names came through to me: Tom and Bartholomew. I sat for a minute and spoke to the three men. Timothy and Tom wanted assistance to cross over into the spirit world. Bartholomew had no desire to do so. I asked if he was sure, and he was adamant that he was staying inside the mine. As I always do in these cases, I called on AA Michael to assist these souls with their crossing. A portal opened a few feet away from me: I was sitting between the mine opening and the portal. Timothy's wife and two children came through and greeted him as he approached. Tom kept a respectful distance while Timothy made the transition. Tom was a bachelor, so I asked if he thought his parents might come through. That was a definite "no." So I asked if he had any siblings or friends that he knew might be on the other side. Tom's sister was the one who came through the portal to greet him. I sat in respectful silence while Tom made his trip through the portal. I checked with Bartholomew one last time, and he again demurred. Free will exists in the spirit world as much as it does for humanity. 

I explored some of the ruins on this level of the mine, including the old fan building before I started my descent to the lower part of the town. Having not detected anyone else that needed assistance, I made my way down the 821 steps (spanning 500 feet in elevation change) to the bottom. By the time I got to the bottom of Kaymoor, my legs had turned into jelly. Some of the sections of the stairs were so long that I was getting vertigo from the height difference. As I had at the top of the mine, I spent a few moments to clear my energy before I set about walking around the ruins. I got an immediate impression of a woman who was a midwife. Her role in the town was to assist with births. I also got a sense of someone who was a mine boss named John. 

    I detected no active energies anywhere near the ruins  at the bottom of Kaymoor One. The two impressions I got were the only things that came through to me the entire time I walked among the wreckage. Most of the remaining structures of Kaymoor have been fenced off by the National Park Service. Warning signs were posted about every 20 feet along the fencing warning people of the instability of the structures themselves. If I had been able to lay hands on some of the structures there, I would likely have picked up more about life at Kaymoor. I explored around the site for a bit, but after realizing that there wasn't much else to be done, I braced myself for the 900 feet ascent back up the gorge. 

I am no neophyte to challenging hikes. However I am far more out of shape than I would have preferred to tackle this challenge. As I was taking a break in between ascending the 821 stairs and the steep switchbacks, something occurred to me. I have now been on at least three hikes where I was called upon to help Earthbound spirits find their way home. Those hikes ranged in difficulty, with this by far being the most challenging. Each of these hikes were either something I felt called to do (as in the case with this hike and the one in the Daniels area) or found through serendipity (hiking with my kids in Shenandoah - where we were able to find parking for our RV). In the case of the Kaymoor hike, I am really shocked that a medium hadn't been through before me to assist with these cases. Perhaps they have come through and helped other spirits, and I was meant to help the people I did. Either way, one of my purposes in this life with these gifts has made itself crystal clear to me. I am meant to help in cases that are challenging to get to physically.