Turning the eastern, swampy section of the City of Cape May into “New Jersey’s Newport” was a top priority for many. Millionaire oil and coal real estate investors were brought in from Pennsylvania. Jackson and Perry Street. So, this end of Cape May would have been isolated and filled with marshland, winding creeks and brush. It seems the isolated character of much of Cape May’s shoreline in those days brought out those who would take advantage of such innocent victims. At that time, Cape May, like other parts of the eastern seacoast, had its own pirates and privateers. From what I saw in the psychic image, the pirates, who were camped out near the beach, wasted no time in “helping” the young couple and the captain to the shore. I sensed there were gunshots, and the captain and another crew member were shot and killed. I saw blood washing up in the frothy surf and staining the white sand. I heard screams of the helpless family and a plea for mercy from the husband. He offered his wallet and gold watch, but these fiends wanted more. The couple, fleeing onto the beach with their young children, watched helplessly as the men sailed to the ship and pilfered it. I saw that the pirates were drinking heavily after their conquest. It was getting dark. The young couple probably did not know that civilization was nearby. The image ended in a horrible manner. The couple’s children watched their parents die at the hands of the pirates, and then they, too, were shot as they ran down the beach, like a twisted game of human target practice. I think the images of this event were given to me by these three young children, who are now ghosts roaming the beaches. That was almost 300 years ago, and I was sensing the anxiety from one small piece of time and an event that happened so long ago. Tragedy happens everywhere and does not always leave a psychic mark or a residual energy stain. There has to be a certain energy created at the time or maybe it is simply the location that is conducive to storing old memories in thin air. The ghosts of the exit zero
children vanished from the beach and from my mind. I shook off the negative feelings, as I always do, and moved on with my life. Many have had the idea to develop the eastern section of Cape May over the years. At the end of the 19th century, Cape May was beginning to feel the pinch from Atlantic City, its new flashy competitor to the north. Cape May needed a new way to attract business and the large tract of vacant marshland to the east of town was waiting for some innovative business people to march in and take charge. Turning the eastern, swampy section of the City of Cape May into “New Jersey’s Newport” was a top priority for many. Millionaire oil and coal real estate investors were brought in from Pennsylvania to reclaim the land, dredge the harbor and return Cape May to its former glorious position as Queen of the Seaside resorts. In 1905, the Cape May Real Estate Company, under the direction of its new president, Peter Shields, began construction of the massive New Cape May Hotel, later to be called the Hotel Cape May, Admiral and finally, the Christian Admiral. When the hotel opened in 1908, it closed for repairs six months later and was plagued by problems, bankruptcy, and strange events. The imposing brick-and-steel structure never really caught its breath. It struggled financially for years, until finally being torn down in 1996. Peter Shields was never to recover fully from the events of the time. When I look at some of the old postcards of the Hotel Cape May, it gives me the same isolated and lonely feeling that I get today in east Cape May. There are certainly plenty of houses, some magnificent mansions, plenty of summer vacationers and year-round residents, but something is just different here. I can remember, a few years ago, getting a call from a woman staying at the Peter Shields Inn. She had
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