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This is the website for Cassadaga. On the website they explain what Cassadaga is and what they have to offer. From first glance is almost appears if Cassadaga is somewhat of a religion, they advertise the place as a spiritual get away.

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Experience the Beauty and Spirituality of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp

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Bring a friend to one of our church services, workshops, or classes. Our certified mediums and healers are sages of a peaceful existence.

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In this website, it explains a history Cassadaga, when it came to be, to a history of each building. It is interesting to note, that it is an old town, and typically when old building are always said to have "ghosts" or "spirits" roaming around in them. As far as Cassadaga goes, this is said to be true for it. The article is interesting as it is filled with many true historical facts and only briefly touches on the "spiritual" attraction of the place. I would almost say it is a mix of Proof of Verbosity, as there is so much true information about the place thrown into the article to attract you to it, but hardly any information regarding the theme, and "religious beliefs". It also displays a little bit of confirmation bias, as to whoever wrote the article has been to Cassadaga and even though the article is not persuading you to believe in psychics or mediums, the author never denies their abilities.

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While sitting on the long porch that runs the length of the Cassadaga Hotel, I have a good view of Stevens Street and Harmony Hall in the community of Cassadaga, Florida. Rows of rusty tin roof homes and ancient trees draped with Spanish moss line the street. It's the kind of old Florida snapshot that is quickly fading with each new Dollar General or RaceTrac.

Progress hasn't managed to trample through these old streets yet, but then again Cassadaga is no ordinary place. You wouldn't know it from its quiet streets this morning, but this small community attracts thousands of visitors a year and has been dubbed, "The Psychic Capital of the World."

The story of Cassadaga is strange and shrouded in mystery. Its unusual beginnings all started with a small boy, baptized in the frigid waters of Minnesota, and a rather pushy Indian spirit guide named Seneca.

The Peculiar Life of George P. Colby

George P. Colby was born in Pike, New York in 1848 to James L. Colby and his wife Elminia A. (Lewis) Colby. When George was little, the Colby's settled on 160 acres of land in Forestville Township, Minnesota. The area would later become known as Cherry Grove in honor of George's father and his orchard of cherry trees.

George lived on the farm with his two brothers and two sisters. Unfortunately, both sisters died at a young age.

During the winter of 1860, when George was twelve years old, he was baptized in a nearby lake so frozen over that a hole needed to be cut in the ice. Although no substantial connection can be drawn between the two events, shortly after George claimed to be visited by the spirit of his uncle who told him he was a great psychic and would later found a great spiritual center in the south.

During his teens George's mediumship further developed and included clairvoyance, spiritual readings, and healing. He was said to be frequently drawn into trances by personal spirit guides. As many could imagine, this did not please George's devout Baptist parents, and George was regularly punished and beaten.

In 1867 George broke from the church and began his life as a medium, traveling from state to state performing private readings and parlor séances. During his travels George would accept whatever payment his clients thought was fair, and at times he was forced to take on side jobs in order to survive.

Eventually word traveled of George's talent and he began to gain some fame as a test medium. It was reported that George would often speak with the deceased relatives of his clients and recall facts with amazing accuracy.

George is said to have communed with several spirit guides: his most prominent was a Native American named Seneca, who he claimed spoke to him during a seance in Lake Mills, Iowa. Seneca told him he was to go on a great journey, but first he must visit the home of T. D. Giddings in Eau Claire, Wisconsin.

In Wisconsin George met a Spiritualist named Theodore Giddings and received further instructions. Seneca instructed him to travel again, this time to Florida with the Giddings Family to obtain land selected by the "Congress of Spirits" as a spiritualist center.

So George and the Giddings family went to Jacksonville and later to Blue Springs Landing. From there George left on foot into the piney woods of Volusia County. Just north of modern day Deltona he found the place that would later become the home of the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association.

Colby was instrumental in acquiring the land for the camp and built a house there, but he did not live there full time. By that time George suffered from very poor health, but the Florida climate renewed him enough that he began touring the country again as a test medium, lecturer and spiritualist leader.

It wasn't until December 18, 1894 that a charter was formed for the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. Two people were vital in forming the association: E.W Bond and Marion Skidmore. Bond supplied materials to build many of the original structures in the camp. Meanwhile, Skidmore was known as "Mother of the Camp."

Both came from the Lily Dale Assembly, a spiritual camp in New York whom many original Cassadaga Camp members hailed from. In fact, it was Skidmore's idea to name the camp after the Cassadaga Lakes near the Lily Dale camp. The word Cassadaga comes from the Seneca Indians, meaning: "rocks beneath the water."

George visited the camp on and off for the rest of his life. He served as the camp's spiritual leader and lecturer. He put on plays, grew citrus in the area, and he adopted and educated several children during his lifetime.

Colby returned to Cassadaga for the last time in 1933 when his health began to fail. He was provided with a place to live, and the camp members saw to his needs. He died on July, 27, 1933.

Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association

Today, the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is the largest spiritualist community in the southern United States and registered as a non-profit organization governed by a board of trustees. Their web site explains that although the term "camp" is used there are no camping facilities on the property.

The association describes itself as community consisting of "approximately 57 acres with 55 residences." Those who live in the town have chosen "to share in a community of like-minded people where they can live, worship and work in harmony with their beliefs."

The camp's mediums, healers and members are all required to follow the association's by-laws, rules and regulations. Although people can purchase homes within the camp, the association maintains ownership of the land and homeowners are generally camp members. The camp was designated a historic district on the National Register Of Historic Places in 1991.

The community offers a number of activities including church services, classes on meditation and instruction on spiritualism, spiritual counseling, historic tours, and psychic readings.

The camp's main building is the Andrew Jackson Davis Building, which at one time served as the camp's recreation hall and now the camp's bookstore and information center. Other buildings of the association include Harmony Hall, Brigham Hall, the Caesar Forman Healing Center, the Colby Memorial Temple, and the Summerland House (which houses the camp's offices).

The Cassadaga Hotel

It is important to note that the Cassadaga hotel is no longer associated with the Spiritualist Camp. The hotel we see today - although historic in its own right - is also not the original hotel.

The first hotel, owned by an Emma J. Huff, burned to the ground on Christmas Night 1926. The camp began reconstruction of the hotel the following year, and it was completed in 1928.

However, during the Great Depression the camp lost ownership of the hotel, and it was sold to private owners. During the 1990s it was sold again and renovated. The hotel now includes Sinatra's Restaurant and a coffee bar. Psychic readings, seances and meditation areas are provided in house. The hotel also claims to be haunted by "friendly spirits," and advertises a "truly unique experience."

One of the most popular ghost stories is the hotel's resident ghost, Arthur. The cheery ghost of Irish descent is said to have resided in the hotel during his life. He was known to drag a chair to the end of the hall to look out the window. Hotel guests have claimed to have seen brief glimpses of Arthur at the end of the hall or caught a lingering smell of gin and cigars, of which they say he was fond.
The Ann Stevens House
The Ann Stevens House is a historical home, located just down the street from the Cassadaga Hotel. It has a long history of housing camp visitors. The house was built in 1895 by Ann Stevens, a wealthy winter camp visitor. She acquired the property directly from George Colby and helped fund his lecture tours.

Stevens also served as director of the camp association for several years and ran a boarding house for visitors. Today the house is a popular 10-room bed and breakfast. Stevens Street, one of the main roads passing through the heart of the Cassadaga, is named after Ann.

Spirits of Cassadaga

Some believe that Cassadaga exists within a kind of "spiritual vortex," where the veil between our world and spirit world is thin and ragged. With a neighborhood that boasts so many psychics, seers and ghosts, you may be inclined to cast off this supernatural Mayberry as another cheap Florida attraction. But I urge you to take another look before you go as you may catch a glimpse of something much more significant.

This timeless place is home to many serious spiritualists, who welcome visitors, but at the same time demand their religious beliefs be respected. It's a community that refuses to allow their home to fade away as so many others have before it. And it's that perseverance that makes Cassadaga a truly remarkable place.

If you are looking for a unique Florida experience, rich with mystery and historic wealth, stop by! You will find the true spirits of Cassadaga are not the dead but a thriving community of people, fiercely dedicated to each other, their religion and historical identity.

For information on local Cassadaga events or about the Spiritualist Camp, please visit the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Official Website: http://www.cassadaga.org/

For information or to book a room at the Cassadaga Hotel visit their website at: http://www.cassadagahotel.net/ both include calendars of local events.

For information or to book a room at the Ann Stevens House please visit their website at: http://annstevenshouse.com/

Sources:

Cassadaga, Florida: Yesterday and Today (5th Edition, Revised) By Elizabeth Owens, 2015

The Ann Stevens House Official Website: http://annstevenshouse.com/

Haunted Places - The Cassadaga Hotel Cassadaga, Florida: http://joelmandre.com/haunted-places-the-cassadaga-hotel-cassadaga-florida/

Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Official Website: http://www.cassadaga.org/

Cassadaga Hotel Official Website: http://www.cassadagahotel.net/

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The True Spirit of Cassadaga - Florida History - Medium

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While sitting on the long porch that runs the length of the Cassadaga Hotel, I have a good view of Stevens Street and Harmony Hall in the community of Cassadaga, Florida. Rows of rusty tin roof homes and ancient trees draped with Spanish moss line the street.

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In this article I find it very interesting as it is written very informally from a skeptics point of view. In the article the author talked about the tours they took at Cassadaga as well as the psychic reading they underwent. For the purpose of this article I am going to focus on their psychic reading review. The author makes it clear at the beginning of the article they are a skeptic. The first red flag was the price. $55 for a half hour reading. When people go to Cassadaga I can assume that almost everyone gets a psychic reading done, at at least $55, that adds up to a lot of money. The author goes over the things the psychic told him, none of which he believed to be true about his future or the things the psychic was saying about his passed grandmother. What I did find interesting tho was that the psychic then started telling the author about her life, and her childhood and how she came to be where she is. To me this is an example of emotional connection, trying to connect to his passed grandmother, as well as touching on her life, trying to connect to him on a deeper level.

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On the surface, Cassadaga resembles a Florida Mayberry. Set back in the backwoods between Daytona and Orlando, the little "Psychic Capital of the World," has long been a sanctuary for mediums, healers, psychics, and just plain freaks.

The Spiritualist Camp in Cassadaga was founded in the late 1800s by one George P. Colby. Colby, a New York native and medium had been instructed by his spirit guide-a Native American named Seneca-to go to Florida and start a spiritual center. He trekked into the Central Florida wilderness in 1875 and homesteaded the land, in accordance with Seneca's prophecy. A charter to form the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association was granted in 1894, and Colby acquired 35 acres. This spirit guide apparently had quite the knowledge of property rights. Over the decades, the Spiritualist Camp has grown to 57 acres. Cassadaga started as a place for snowbirds to practice their Spiritualism-a secular-minded, turn-of-the-century mish-mash of science, philosophy and religion.

Fast forward to 2013 - things have changed.

Two distinct tendencies have emerged within the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp-the New Agers and the religious, non-profit organization charged with running the camp. Like the Jews and the Muslims in certain parts of the world, a single street separates them from each other.

The New Agers use tarot cards and stick to the Cassadaga Hotel. A stone's throw away is the religious organization maintains the traditional belief system that Colby established in the 1800s. That's not to say the Cassadaga Hotel and its hired psychics don't stay true to Spiritualism as religion, but they're a bit more relaxed about it. Its like Episcopalians and Catholics.

The Cassadaga Hotel-the only hotel in Cassadaga-is allegedly haunted. The perimeter porch with its rocking chairs and hunchbacked palm trees resemble a more Mediterranean incarnation of the Bates Motel. The hotel's website states that the hotel has "friendly spirits"-I'm guessing this means Ghost Dad-like apparitions. The original hotel burned down on Christmas Day of 1926 and was rebuilt a year later. The inside of the hotel evokes the Roaring Twenties with its Tuscan-style furniture and speakeasy-style lobby. To the side of the lobby is Sinatra's Ristorante, which features a piano player, full liquor bar, and Italian food. Saturday night is karaoke, but we'll get to that later.

Let's get one thing straight. I don't believe in ghosts. If it can't feel a cattle prod, then it's just plain bullshit. But, I do believe in the bizarre. And the weird. And Cassadaga is chock full of both.

I scheduled a reading as soon as I arrived. The upper floors of the hotel are reserved for the psychics to work. In the corner of the hotel, I found my reading room. A woman at a roundtable covered with psychic-accouterment leaned backwards to open the door without getting up. She looked like she was pulled straight out of those late night commercials for toll-free psychics.

The small room was decked out with pagan idols and animal-hides. The incense was strong enough to choke a maggot.

This is Torre. Torre's presence was about what you'd expect if Sam Kinison was reincarnated as a woman. She was both a psychic and a medium, so in my mind it was a bogo purchase. She began my reading by pressing a stopwatch on her iPhone and started with a prayer, mentioning something about fish and feathers. I bought the $55, half-hour reading, so I was ready to get the show on the road.

Here is a list of things she told me in my reading:

· I have two spirit guides. One is a woman, later found out it was my Grandmother (on mother's side). The other an old man that was a barber in the 17th century.

· I have an animal spirit of a lion. But, the lion is a mix between the Cowardly Lion and the king of the safari.

· I will be going to Barbados in the near future.

· I will be also going to the Far East, Beijing specifically.

· Torre saw my Grandmother writing the words "wisdom" and "humility" on a blackboard.

While Torre was giving the reading, her eyes fluttered and she looked beyond me, as if I wasn't even in the room. She said things like, "I'm getting a tingle in my crown" or "I'm getting a real shocker." She had a coughing fit throughout the reading, which she had warned me about beforehand. She was just getting over a crazy flu.

"How is my grandmother doing?" I asked.

She started to go into a trance, and got a look on her face like a small turd was being held beneath her nose.

"She says, 'I'm doing dandy'."

My grandmother would never say the word "dandy." She was a hard boiled, Sicilian woman. Things were never "dandy."

She then told me that my grandmother "is in a garden, twirling in a sundress." Yeah, don't think so. The only garden my grandmother has ever been to was the Olive Garden. Sundress, no way.

"She just erased the word humility on the blackboard and replaced it with the word..."

Torre searched as if she were there in the garden with my grandma, which apparently has a blackboard in it.

"...hope," Torre ended her sentence as if unloading a whopper.

The alarm went off. My reading was done. I felt a bit gypped by the dramatic finish, but then Torre started to tell me her life-story.

She was originally from Canada and moved to Ohio when she was kid. She told me her desire to be a psychic stemmed from her own grandmother.

"My grandmother had this gift too. She was an awesome bingo player," Torre said. "She would play thirty numbers at once and placed all of her icons around her bingo card."

Kind of cheating in my book.

In her early 20s, Torre moved to Orlando and began to play in rock bands like Intense and an all-girl band called Miss Conduct.

"We opened for Flock of Seagulls once, during our MTV basement video days," Torre said.

She then became a hair stylist. But, her true awakening as a practicing psychic came to her at Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights.

"They had a bunch of psychics lined up in booths with different styles, one was a sultan," she said, "and he asked me: 'why aren't you here doing this?'"

Bam. Torre started working as a psychic and got the hookup from fellow clairvoyants to get hired at the Cassadaga Hotel. She isn't just a hired mind, she also puts on psychic kids summer camps in Orlando.

"I teach kids with these powers to not be showboats and how to respect their gifts," she said. "I also teach them about how to deal with the other kids that just don't understand."

She spoke of these kids like they belonged in Professor Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.

Torre began to play with a mini crystal skull in her hand.

"What is that?" I asked.

"You mean, 'who is that?'"

Oh boy.

"This is iMax. He is a crystal skull that was given to me by JoAnn Parks," she said.

JoAnn Parks is a Texas woman that is the keeper of "Max"- a famous clear quartz crystal skull, discovered 100 years ago in Mayan tomb in Guatemala.

"How did he get that name?" I asked.

"He told me."

Torre said that iMax also asked her, "what do you want to know?"

"I asked him, 'when will the world end?'"

"What did he say?" I replied.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would."

Torre said that iMax told her that in the future, seven tribes and nations will unite on having no more war. But, in the 3000s, the world will end.

"I came up with phrase, I've been 'Maxed Out'-I certainly was at the time," she said.

When Torre even spoke to me in plain conversation, her eyes wandered as if she were still giving me a reading.

"When you speak to any person, can you see spirit guides or anything when talking to them?" I asked. "Like say you were at a 7-11, do you see things when you go in there?"

"Yes, but I have to shut it off-put the blinders up," she said, "especially in places like 7-11, those places are filled with bad vibes."

I walked back downstairs to go on the historical tour. The tour is affiliated with the Camp, across the street. A small group was waiting for it to begin. Our tour guide was a seemingly jolly woman, whose badge just said: YOUR TOUR GUIDE. Times are rough, can't be making badges for all the tour guides.

My tour was made up of an expectant gang of tourists with high tube socks and tropical shirts. Our tour guide, seeming caught of guard, announced we had a special guest with us.

"Reverend Judy Cooper will be with us on tour today, what a treat," the guide said.

Reverend Cooper is the VP of the Board of Trustees of Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association, resident medium, and was most likely only on the tour because I was. The bookstore that I bought the tickets from must have tipped her off.

As we began walking down the hill from our starting point, Rev. Cooper started to wade towards me.

"You were supposed to wait for our board meeting to approve you being here," Rev. Cooper said to me in a low voice.

I told her that this was the only time I could come to Cassadaga, and couldn't wait any longer.

"I just don't want you getting into trouble," she said.

Trouble? I didn't even want to ask.

We continued our tour, stopping at Victorian-era homes on the main drag. The tour guide said that one of the resident-mediums spoke to Abraham Lincoln. Along the tour, the guide told the history of Colby and showed photographs from her leather album.

Most historical tours tend to be boring. Not this one. The guide spoke about spirits coming in the night in certain rooms of the houses, peeking out of windows, Xerox machines going haywire, the whole gamut of spirit-happenings.

We approached a church called the Colby Memorial Temple. The first thing I noticed was a boatload of sunflowers. No crucifixes here, just sunflowers.

Someone in our group asked about it.

"As the sunflower turns its face to the light of the sun, so Spiritualism turns to the face of humanity in the light of the truth," Rev. Cooper said.

The visitor nodded.

The stage in the church looked like a scene out of the movie, Nothing But Trouble. I thought Dan Akroyd was going to pop up from the floorboard.

The question "do you believe in Jesus?" was posed by one of my fellow tourists.

"We believe in the Infinite Intelligence as our God," the tour guide said.

We exited the church and were shown Spirit Pond, which sits to the back of the Temple.

"As you may notice there is no water in our pond, but if you'd like to volunteer - coming up in January-we will be cutting down that brush," Rev. Cooper said.

After the tour was finished, Rev. Cooper told me about herself. She was raised in Titusville because her father worked on the Space Coast. She has lived in Cassadaga for the past 20 years, starting off as a student.

"We certify our students, they can stay in the halls or in the homes, but we give them four to six years of training," Rev. Cooper said. "That's why we are different from..."

She creaked her neck in the direction across the street to the Cassadaga Hotel.

"We just don't like when reporters or T.V. shows come here and incorrectly report on us," she said.

"What don't you like about it?"

"When they group us in together with them," Rev. Cooper said. "It goes on and off with them."

Rev. Cooper then told me at dusk to stay off the streets within the Camp.

"We do this to not have hotel guests or any others vandalizing properties," she said. "It happens a lot during Halloween."

"How do you patrol?" I asked.

She said something like, "we have our ways." I pictured a psychic Neighborhood Watch.

I made my way to the restaurant, mainly for the bar. There was a 2-for-1 special on Kentucky Deluxe. The place was packed. A piano player sung hits by Elton John and Billy Joel. The customers are mostly women, middle age or older. That was the most apparent thing about the community: The Women. Looking for something, looking for an answer from the spirit guides or to be told everything will be okay.

One table was rowdy all night long, drinking and singing like pirates. They were all bartenders from a nearby city of Debary. Their raspy laughs of cigarette-laden throats reverberated through the restaurant.

The leader of the group came up to the owner of the Cassadaga Hotel's owner to show her something on her phone.

"We wanted to show you, my friend was just in her room and took this photo."

Dinah Morn, the owner, told me to feast my eyes on the photo.

It was damn convincing. It had white, wispy features in the corner of their room, basically looked like they had caught ghosts on camera. Morn was proud.

I found out later through one of the woman's friends that they used a camera phone app to trick everybody. Morn was bummed.

"That really pisses me off," Morn said as she sipped a white wine.

Karaoke began.

Morn and her departed husband had bought the hotel in 1979 on a whim, while on a layover in the Orlando airport.

"We were visiting friends in Deltona and headed back to Milwaukee. My husband picked up a real estate pamphlet and saw it for sale," Morn said. "As soon as we knew it, we were the owners of the Cassadaga Hotel."

Morn is the operator/owner of the hotel, but also a mother figure to employees and psychics, as well as the building itself.

"I call the hotel a 'she'," Morn said, "because she's mine. I've watched over her."

She admired the restaurant, peering outwards to the windows. She brought me over to her restored grand piano, claiming it was from the 1880s. Morn restored the hotel, putting in over $2 million in renovations.

She was raised a Catholic and wasn't aware of Spiritualism before coming to Cassadaga. For better or for worse, she embraced it after purchasing the hotel.

"We have had our ups and downs with the Camp," Morn said. "We just want to get along and do the best for community."

The guests, residents, and psychics arrived for karaoke. They sang the songs of Sheryl Crow, Kid Rock, and Dixie Chicks. After some liquid courage, I sang "I'm Just a Gigolo" by David Lee Roth. I got a decent applause.

In the back of the restaurant, Morn and some others were sitting at a table placing their palms up, while a woman read them. They just wouldn't quit. After karaoke, the place emptied out. The Shining hallways and dimly-lit porch lights were the only things that appeared to be alive.

I woke up the next morning, still in my clothes from the night before. I didn't want to sleep under the sheets, fear of ghosts or something. I packed up. It occurred to me at breakfast that the people of Cassadaga are just people, people trying to get on with their daily lives. They have a post office.

But, when all said and done, Cassadaga is a weird place.

Imagine if your hometown was taken over by pod people who all believed one thing. Say that one thing was teaching. Everyone was a teacher. It would get tiring. I wanted was to get back to what we all call "normal." I wanted to escape the constant preaching of non-stop readings, psychics, spirit guides, astrology, the handwriting analysis, as I drove away from the village. I just wanted to sit down in my own home and realize there are other places besides Cassadaga.

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Inside Cassadaga, the Psychic Capital of the World

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"How is my grandmother doing?" I asked. She started to go into a trance, and got a look on her face like a small turd was being held beneath her nose. "She says, 'I'm doing dandy'." My grandmother would never say the word "dandy." She was a hard...

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This is a video from a man doing a review of the Cassadaga. It is a short 5 minute video, nothing to in depth, however one of the first things the man says, you need to come here with an open mind and an even more open wallet. Proving that the town is more a tourist attraction, a business, their main objective is to make money
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Natural Florida - Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp

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This is an image of part of the town. You can see how the town as stayed almost the same over time, many of the articles I read explained that people are attracted to the place not just for spiritual side of it but because of the architecture, it has history, they have been able to restore it over time. I find this interesting because to me it almost seems like a way to attract more people, not just the ones coming from the services offered. In many articles I found, members of the town often explain they do not like media attention as it sends our negative images of them, but I cannot help but think this is part of the act. The town has so many attractions to offer it screams tourist attract, and to keep the town looking as close to what it did from day one adds a whole other element to why people would want to visit. In my mind this town is after attracting as many people as possible for money, whether you visit for a reading, or visit to see the sites, you are bound to spend money somehow.

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This is a video from a supposed Cassadaga Spiritualist camp meeting. The start of the video you hear weird, computerized voice, all of different tones, almost as if some are female voices, male voices, young and old voice. None of the sentences make sense, none of them flow together. The lady who is holding the serve, talks about an app that you can use to record the voices, and shares some of her past experiences. We know that there is no real technology out there that had been proven to actually record "spirits" voices. In my opinion this is almost an example of appear to authority, because in Cassadaga, everyone has a title, they are all know as "teachers" or "reverences" almost as if they are in a higher authority to the average person. Another red flag is confirmation bias which refers to the mediums and psychics who all belong in the community of Cassadaga.

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CASSADAGA SPIRITUALIST CAMP; PHASMABOX OTIUM Session (ITC)

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This video starts off with connecting spiritualism to religion. Essentially explaining that spiritualism is its own form of religion. Also talking about spiritualism and what it is, and what is expected of you living as a spiritualist. The information in this video all relate to the red flag of mystical energy. It also talks about emotion connection when explaining the types of mediums and psychics offered at the camp.

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Spiritual Experiences With Death & Dying

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Cassadaga: A spiritual Experience - Documentary

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Short Documentary done for school about the Cassadaga town in Florida.

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This is a picture of a chair in the graveyard in Cassadaga. It is legend to be called the Devils chair, said that anyone who sits in the chair the Devil will be revelled in front of them. They also said that a can of beer would be left on the chair at night and by morning it was gone or emptied. It has been debunked as an urban legend. However, for a town that spirits are so heavily believed in and said to be around all the time, they are sure to believe in the Devil as well. So if this legend can be debunked, then what does that say about the legend
of beliefs for the entire community of Cassadaga. To me this is an example of simplicity, two ideas, somewhat  similar in believability, one has been proven to be fake, so in my mind the other must be fake as well.

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This is an image of the Cassadaga hotel, it has changed owners multiple times over the years. It is said it be a haunted hotel, and that friendly spirits walk the halls and roam the bedrooms. People believe what they want to believe, most old or historic building are said to be haunted and of course people believe them because they want to. In this case I feel that it is an example of appeal to authority as stated before the people who live and work in Cassadaga almost appear to have authority over you as they are professionals in the spiritual world, and when they tell you a place is haunted you are sure to believe it. I think it also could be somewhat ancient wisdom, as the community was created back in the 1800's and the community has only grown but its core values still relate back to those set in when it first originated.