Six Simple Rituals

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Six simple rituals:

1. Drink a glass of water when you wake up. Your body loses water while you sleep, so you’re naturally dehydrated in the morning. A glass of water when you wake helps start your day fresh.

2. Define your top 3. Every morning ask yourself, “What are the top three most important tasks that I will complete today?” Prioritizes your day accordingly and don’t sleep until the Top 3 are complete.

3. The 50/10 Rule. Solo-task and do more faster by working in 50/10 increments. Use a timer to work for 50 minutes on only one important task with 10 minute breaks in between. Spend your 10 minutes getting away from your desk, going outside, calling friends, meditating, or grabbing a glass of water.

4. Move and sweat daily. Regular movement keeps us healthy and alert. It boosts energy and mood, and relieves stress.

5. Express gratitude. Gratitude fosters happiness. Each morning, think of at least five things you’re thankful for. In times of stress, pause and reflect on these things.

6. Reflect daily. Bring closure to your day through 10 minutes of reflection. Asks yourself, “What went well?” and “What needs improvement?”

Paranormal Activity, in Reality

So, some of you may be wondering about my facebook status from last night. Here’s the story behind it:

Bjorn and I were out driving last night and I decided to make a quick visit to my old elementary school, Prospect Hill. We pulled up the the entrance towards the back where the gymnasium is, not the hallway behind the old kindergarten room. Bjorn stayed in the car, feeling strongly as though he wasn’t welcome in the place, while I got out and walked up closer to the door.

As I approached the door, I felt a force repelling me from the school. Bjorn as was already uncomfortable enough, and we decided to leave. As we passed, we noted that there was a light on in the school, very stark white in color. Bjorn mentioned the strong feelings of being watched.

We drove back to the house I grew up in New Berlin, and within a block of the house, both Bjorn and I felt a presence in the backseat. We both described to each other the exact same little girl that we both felt was in the backseat. Both of our creeped-out meters began to climb even higher.

When we pulled into the garage, it felt very much like this ghost of a little girl had followed us home and was waiting in the garage. We went inside, and opened up my laptop in the living room. Bjorn felt compelled to stay around the computer desk we have in the living room, not wanting to go anywhere near the garage door again, even though the only staircase to upstairs and the bedroom was across the hall from the door to the garage.

We decided to do a little digging about the history of the school and found the following articles:

This is the article about the building possibly being razed.

This article was written shortly after, an opinion piece about the abovementioned.

From one year previous to the two above articles, the main story about the Military School that was being installed in Prospect Hill.

This article is a continuation of the story from the previous, talking about more of the financial ruin of the school.

As we were looking through these, we stumbled upon this, which seemed unrelated:

Bjorn mentioned getting flashes of an old house and a little girl being murdered in it. I recalled from 4th grade (1997) when we had the 150th anniversary of the state of Wisconsin (or some number like that) when there were stories circulating about this old farmhouse, but nothing more specific than that. This morning when we drove back, Bjorn explained that the house in his flash was the house located directly next to the church pictured in the above article.

After we found all of these, we managed to gather up the courage to go upstairs. Bjorn mentioned feeling like this little girl that followed us home followed us up the stairs as well.

We settled down in the bedroom, and that’s when I started feeling faintly like my dad was in the room (for those that don’t know, he passed away in 2003), and Bjorn said he saw my dad shoo away the little girls that had followed us. Bjorn also mentioned a more sinister presence for a short bit, but that one dissipated fairly quickly.

I felt most of these same thing until we got up to the bedroom, then outside of my dad I started losing touch with all the feelings in the air. Bjorn has mentioned that he’s never had this much reaction or feelings about strange presences in his life, which is why this is so shocking to him.

We went back to the school today in the sunlight (with our friend Nicole D. in tow) and both of them mentioned feeling like they were being watched, but more like schoolchildren were watching. I felt nothing during our day trip there. While we were there, we noticed that many of the windows of the school had been smashed, one clearly smashed with a hammer. Many times the smashed glass was on the outside of the building, implying to me that this was something that was trying to break out rather than in.

We looked through many of the windows, but didn’t find much other than the typical left-behinds of maintainence. There was police line yellow tape smattered through the building that we could see,  and one door was blocked off completely with it. The stark white light that was in the school last night was no longer on, and I couldn’t find a source for it. We did note that one of the classrooms had fluorescent lights still turned on.

Beyond that, we did a tiny bit more digging at the Library, and I found that Prospect Hill used to be the polling station for Ward 4 of New Berlin, until February 2008, just a few months before the Military academy moved in.

At this point, I’m taking a group of friends back tonight, just to see if anything else stirs up. I keep getting the feeling that there’s an unfinished story there, but beyond that I don’t have a clue. Any information or stories you can provide about Prospect Hill Elementary School in New Berlin, WI would be much appreciated.

Respectfully Submitted,

Lukas Condie