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A Weekend Trip to Cassadaga, FL

October 30, 2007 By Doug in Miami: Travel News  | 13 Comments

According to the local legends, the sleepy town of Cassadaga, Florida lies on an energy vortex in which the spirit and material worlds are uncommonly close.  Today, it is regarded by many as the “psychic center of the world.”  It was originally founded by Spiritualist pioneer George Colby in 1894; a native of Pike, New York, he suffered from tuberculosis, and claimed to have been instructed by his Indian Spirit guide, Seneca, that the cure lay in the (then) wilds of Central Florida, where he was to establish a Spiritualist camp.  Spiritualism, a popular movement of the mid-19th Century, teaches that the dearly departed live on after their deaths, acting as guides and teachers of the living.


Colby arrived to the Sunshine State circa 1875 by train and riverboat, and hacked his way through the underbrush until he’d crossed the seven hills described by his guide.  He then found himself in an area rich in springs and lakes, no doubt the same ones which centuries before had sent Spanish explorer Ponce de Leon packing to the region in search of the fabled fountain of youth.  Soon, Colby’s tuberculosis disappeared, and he lived on for several years more, dying in 1933 at the ripe old age of 85. 

My own journey to Cassadaga went considerably more smoothly: I headed north on the I-95 to exit 249, where I caught the 44 West into the Lake Helen/Cassadaga area (directions here).  A left on Prevatt Rd took me into town, where, after a right on Kicklighter Rd, I found the bed and breakfast that would be the lodging for my ghostly weekend: The Ann Stevens House (201 E. Kicklighter Rd., Lake Helen, FL 32744, 386-228-0310, 800-220-0310).  The Ann Stevens house offers a Seance package for $69.95 (room charged separately), which includes a Cassadaga tour, dinner, and a seance, led by a local medium.


Though the walking tour that came with the Ann Stevens package was appealing, time was of the essence: I’d scheduled a 2 pm reading with Dr. James Thomas, a local medium, and would have to miss it.  I was planning to take the Orb Tour with Rev. Ben Cox the following evening, however, and that would cover what I’d missed on the walking tour, plus I’d have the opportunity to photograph the latest paranormal craze: spirit orbs, which were said to hover around Cassadaga like love bugs on the late summer breeze.


Dr. James Thomas lived in a trailer park in Lake Helen, minutes away from Cassadaga.  I arrived a few minutes early for my 2 pm appointment, and found his house, a land-locked mobile home, recognizable by a large jack-o-lantern in the front yard with plastic Wal-Mart ghosts rising out the top.


He greeted me at the door and invited me in.  A jovial man with greying hair in his early 60’s, he came across like a friendly neighbor more than the stereotypical communicator with the unseen realm.  Nonetheless, Dr. Thomas was a certified Spiritualist medium, which meant that unlike garden variety mini-mall psychics with dubious credentials so common the world over, he had completed a rigorous six-year church-run program which required him to repeatedly demonstrate his abilities to its administrators.  While both certified and non-certified practitioners can work in Cassadaga, those lacking in official credentials are relegated to specific locations.  A reading with a medium can vary from 30 minutes to an hour, and ranges in price from $65 to $100.

I must admit, however, that when I went in, I had a different concept of how things would go.  First, I expected that the session would be recorded; it was not—which meant that I had to rather awkwardly take notes with my free hand while Dr. Thomas held my other one.  Also, I expected that I would be able to request specific spirits I’d like to make direct contact with; however, this was not the case.  Dr. Thomas had a pantheon of spirit guides who did all the talking, and the details they provided were either more in the area of practical life matters or facts so other-worldy they weren’t possible to objectively verify.  This was a bit frustrating, because, taking a cue from the late-great Houdini’s medium-testing tactics, I’d made secret agreements with all my departed friends and loved ones beforehand that if they were to reveal themselves, that they would mention specific details. 


As he proceeded through a litany of characters and different voices, ranging from falsetto to gravely, Dr. Thomas revealed facts about my present and future.  I was an indigo child —that new breed of intuitive, post-gen-x youth with extra sensory abilities—and I would be working as a healer within the next four years.  “Okay,” I thought, I can live with that.  My purpose here on Earth was to raise the consciousness of the masses and to help stop global warming.  He saw that I had an affinity for natural foods—somewhat accurate—and that my spirit was more drawn toward the east coast than the west—north of Florida.  “The Carolinas,” he said.  “That’s a very psychic place.  And Santa Barbara.”

“Wait a minute….Santa Barbara’s on the west coast!” I protested.

“Ah yes….I meant to say St. Augustine.  St. Augustine has the same vortex on the east coast that Santa Barbara has on the west.  They’re twin cities.  They share the same energy.”

My left eyebrow raised slightly.

Tampa and Clearwater were also said to be very powerful cities, he added.

Then, through the persona of a nun named Sister Elizabeth Marie, he told me that I’d been in tune with my maternal grandmother in life, that she showers me with pink and offers me three pink roses.  Pink is love, he explained: the more you give the more you will receive.

He also remarked that in life, my grandmother had well-attuned psychic abilities.  Actually, while she was my favorite grandmother, she’d been as intuitive as a brick, I told him.  He replied that she’d known more than she let on.

In relationships, he said, I had to seek those on an equal level, or else they would not serve my needs.

Among other things I learned: I was guided by an ascended master named Katumi, I might find pendulums useful for guidance, salt water would cleanse my energy fields, and lavender oil was good for protection.  Afterwards, he gave me a big hug, sprayed me with a mixture of lavender oil and vodka and told me not to discuss my reading with others for 72 hours, so the answers would have time to congeal.

I left, still a little disheartened that none of my spirits of choice had come through, nor any confirming information from the spirit world—you know, like, “your mother’s here and she’s showing me dogs and horses.  Was she an animal trainer?”  I would have liked to have explained my objectives more clearly when the appointment was originally made, but he’d insisted that I give him no more than my first name.  Helpful Hint: Interview your prospective reader beforehand and ask if they contact your lost loved ones directly, John Edward-style, or if they answer questions and dispense guidance only through their own spirit teachers.

All hope was not lost, however.  Despite the fact that my reading hadn’t lived up to my preconceptions, I was feeling oddly energized and light.  Maybe it was something in that lavender vodka…besides, opportunities for additional spirited encounters awaited me at my next stop, a “table tipping” seance in Colby Temple!



Victor Vogenitz makes an unlikely ghost whisperer.  The stocky, former corrections officer and Viet Nam veteran offered a startling contrast to my Kenny Kingston preconceptions.  Yet Vogenitz, with over 30 years of psychic experience, is not only a certified Spiritualist practitioner, he also practices an all-but-extinct specialty: Physical mediumship.  A physical medium is said to be able to receive energy from the spirit realm which enables the spirit to manifest its presence in a physical way: through apparitions, moving tables, and occasionally auditory phenomena.


“Many of the early Spiritualists were from Missouri, the Show-Me state,” explained Victor as he led a group of about 8 of us into the narrow seance room behind the main auditorium of the temple for the 4 pm session.  “If they didn’t see it, they wouldn’t believe it.”  Today, mental mediumship —the simple process of using the medium’s voice to relay relevant messages, is more common, by far.

Vogenitz instructed the first part of the group to sit around the table, while I and a couple of others sat in the rear of the room, to “send energy” to the table.  We would take our places in the hot seats after the first group had finished their turn.  The table was solid and round, quite heavy-feeling, yet it would grow lighter, Vogenitz explained, as it became charged with spirit energy.

The cramped, window-less room, with stark white walls, was lit only by a red light bulb protruding from the ceiling.  Its only decor was a set of opened curtains in the rear.  This section of the room, we were told, was called the “cabinet,” the place a medium generally closes off to meditate before a session in order to channel up the necessary ectoplasm—a misty, materialization of spirit energy used to produce apparitions and physical demonstrations.

After the first group was seated, Vogenitz took two cone-shaped metallic objects with luminescent bands on them, one larger than the other, charged their bands with a flashlight, and placed them in upright positions on the table.  He explained that these were called “trumpets”, and were used by the spirits to communicate.  He then turned out the lights, the only illumination now coming the bands on the trumpets.  I was puzzled by a few anomalies: first—no candlelight.  This ran counter to everything I’d ever learned on TV.  Secondly, the table-sitters weren’t instructed to join hands, but to place them face down on the table.  The third surprise was the means used to conjure the spirits: sing-a-longs.  According to our guide, singing voices raised the vibrational level of the room, making it easier for spirits to come through.  The room then burst out in rousing renditions of “Row Your Boat,” “In the Garden,” and “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad.”  They never did it this way on Dark Shadows....

In no time, the cones were spinning around the table in circular motions, seemingly of their own volition.  Vogenitz announced that the spirits were there, and one by one, he asked each person at the table who it was they had in mind to communicate with.  His information from spirit world was reassuring, but contained no shocking revelations.  The spinning cones, however, were a distraction.  Next, the table began to groan and shake, but the room was too dark to see if it was happening on its own or with the assistance of material hands.  As the table began to take on a life of its own, Vogenitz took the cones and placed them behind him, creating an eerie silhouette of himself as he did so.  He’d unwittingly given me the opportunity to observe his movements, and unless my eyes were playing tricks on me, I could see his hulky frame pushing the table back and forth.  Not wanting to kill the moment, I said nothing.  Maybe the spirits present were intended to do their physical work through his body, like a musician playing an instrument…or maybe not.


I left the meeting feeling that something was there, even if the theatrics had been feigned.  While I believe in paranormal phenomena, I suspect it appears more subtly and with less predicatability.  Even if the table-tipping spectacle was….less than genuine….it didn’t negate the entire experience.  Like Whoopie Goldberg’s character in Ghost, the veracity of the experience wasn’t dependent on the truthfulness of the medium.  What was most important, perhaps, was to open the doorway of the imagination, and the ensuing possibilities.


This was one of the highlights of the trip.  Friday evening at 7 pm, Colby Temple is bedecked with candles.  A speaker and musical accompanist lead the congregation into a guided meditation into higher realms of healing colors, while four healers take their place around some chairs in the front.  Groups of four sat in the chairs, as the healers moved their hands over their bodies without touching them.  Then, with a whisper of, “Be at peace and go with God,” the recipients would retake their seats in the congregation one by one, until everyone had finished. 


Each Saturday night, Rev. Ben Cox takes a crowd of the curious on a tour of Cassadaga ($25).  He tells stories about the founding of the camp in 1894, the hotel fire on Christmas night, 1926, and ghostly visions reported by visitors and members over the years.  He passes by the various buildings, giving a history of each as well as the thought behind their architectural style.  But what stands out most about the tour is the orb phenomenon.  Spirit orbs are a recent development, emerging around the same time as digital cameras.  People began noticing these floating, semi-transparent circles of light in digital photos, particularly in those which were said to have been taken in areas known for psychic activity.  Critics were quick to dismiss them as flash flares produced from insects, dust particles, and light reflecting off the lens.  The true believers objected, saying that were this to be true, their presence would be more common, and would occur exclusively in places abundant in bugs and dust.  However, these orbs have shown up in many different photos where these alleged prerequisites weren’t present, and have been noticeably absent in pictures taken where they were.


I consider myself neither a believer nor a disbeliever; however, I can say that in all the gazillions of shots I’ve taken with my digital camera, this is the first time I’ve taken pictures so abundant in these ghostly globes.  They showed up in many of my photos, taken with and without flash, both day and night.  Often I didn’t see them until I got home and enlarged them on my computer, but they were there—by the dozens.


According to Rev. Ben, the reason for their abundance here is due to Cassadaga’s vortex, which he said was centered over Spirit Pond, a body of water located close to the town center.  Due to the current drought conditions, Spirit Pond is just a dried pit of its former self—yet the orb sightings continue unabated.  Of all the activities I participated in during my weekend in Cassadaga, this had to be the most fun.  See more pictures here.


Another stand-out activity during my Cassadaga weekend was the psychometry class, led by Rev. Diane Davis in the Camp Bookstore and Information Center.  It had all the feel of a campground arts and crafts get-together, and our instructor was refreshingly down-to-earth, humorous, and very similar in style to your standard college teacher.  Yet the purpose of this assemblage was to develop our receptivity to resonant energies left behind on personal belongings.  Our class of 10 began by passing around a piece of rock given to us by our instructor.  We were asked to relay what associations came to mind.  Many perceived that it was an arrowhead, that there was a connection with heat and the desert.  Afterwards, she explained to us that this had been an arrowhead from the Pharoahonic times found in the Sahara Desert.


For our second exercise, we separated into groups of two and exchanged personal possessions.  We were encouraged to relate what impressions came to mind while we held them.  The trick, Davis explained, was to get out of the “monkey mind.”  The monkey-mind is that left-brained part of us which tries to make rational observations about everything.  For example, when we see someone cut us off on the freeway, our monkey mind assumes that the person is just an impatient jerk.  However, the real reason may be that the person has a personal emergency of some sort.  Likewise, we tend to make similar assumptions about everything in life, leading us to live the majority of it on automatic pilot.  The intuitive mind, however, relays thoughts and feelings which may have little if anything to do with rational observation, providing gleanings of information from beyond ourselves.

For our third experiment, Davis passed around a box of tongue depressors; we each took one, writing an identifying mark on them with colored pens, before placing them back in the box.  Each person then took a stick, making sure it wasn’t their own, and reported the first impressions that came to mind.  This procedure met with limited success, but we all learned a lot about each other in the process. 

After this exercise, the class was surprised by the amount of accurate data that had come through, facts about careers and life interests, recent losses and gains.  Sometimes the impressions came through symbols: for example, someone who perceived that their partner would be returning to school saw a classroom clock.  At other times, an emotion would present itself.  Davis, however, cautioned us against taking on these emotions.  We were observers only, and had to retain a certain distance.  The three hour session flew by, and we all left wishing this were an ongoing class.  Nonetheless, the class was eligible toward the curriculum of medium certification for those interested in pursuing it.


There were many other adventures I’d undertaken during my time here: the Sunday morning Lyceum, Sunday church service, and Grove Service, in which people are selected by various mediums for on-the-spot “platform readings”.  Rev. Ben, in addition to his work as tour guide, had also provided a fascinating class on world religions.  As I packed my bags, revisiting the weekend in my mind, it was a blend of contrasting images: part carnival hoke, part slice-of-history, a smidgeon of superstition, a fair share of smalltown gossip and old-fashioned, perhaps even outdated notions on the Great Beyond.  But it was at the same time a very peaceful escape in which I’d seen some genuinely mystifying phenomena.  It had a way of sparking the imagination with an array of undreamt of possibilities.  Today, Cassadaga struggles between its age-old spiritualist traditions and the often-contrasting elements of an emerging Celestine Prophecy-style spirituality, leading to a fair amount of internal conflict.  Yet despite—or because of (?)—all these things, it lives on, and probably will for some time to come.


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Douglas Eames is a freelance writer, homespun philosopher and budget bon vivant who divides his time between Southern California and South Beach.

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13 Comments on

"A Weekend Trip to Cassadaga, FL"

Gus says:

Wonderful Article, Doug. I have 3 questions:

1. What kind of dinner was included?
2. Was the breakfast good?
3. Did the Medium have anything to say about the vortex in South Beach?

Posted on 10/31/2007 at 2:56 PM

Doug says:

Hi Gus, glad you liked it.  Dinner and breakfast were both great.  The dinner was a homemade stew, and the breakfast was full country style, with homemade biscuits, eggs, bacon….the works!

The medium said that all of Florida had a very strong energy, and mentioned that salt is a good source for neutralizing negative energy.  He suggested I go for a swim every couple of days to cleanse the negativity.  I’d be happy to take his advice, but it’s been so windy lately. 

My own vibe on South Beach is that it has a very powerful spiritual energy to it—that female fertility energy associated with the cycles of the moon and the tides…maybe that’s why so many people come here to hook up!

Posted on 10/31/2007 at 5:58 PM

Sandora says:

What an amazing column Doug, bravo!  I too have just discovered Cassadaga for my first time, have known of it for thirteen years, always was super curious about it, and literally moved from the Tri-State area to1&1/4 mile from Cassadaga. Yes, a true life change indeed! I also just got hired to work at the hotel and CANNOT wait to start! It’s a MUST SEE-FEEL type of place (Cassadaga)to ‘experience’ rather than visit, per say.
It does make for a rather interesting and unusual place for a weekend getaway, and even a wedding.
Since the minute I entered the town, I felt warm & fuzzy, very centered and rather energetic and upbeat.  Truly a hidden treasure, that’s what I call it!

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 4:22 AM

Doug says:

Thank you, Sandora! It’s great to hear from someone who made the move.  It’s a beautiful area and feels incredibly inspiring, in many ways.  Did you move to Deland, Lake Helen or Deltona? What kind of work is available in the area for people who think they might want to make the jump and move there?

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 4:40 AM

Sandora says:

Yes Doug, I must agree with you, it’s a fabulous area panoramically. I happen to be bordering Lake Helen & Deltona and although I find major adjustments to my new environment, they are most certainly welcomed. (such as new types of bugs, etc)
However, the workplace is another story as far as adjusting goes…
I worked in Manhattan in marketing/media/advertising.
The jobs available in this particular area I notice have more to do with adult/eldery day care, as there are many old folks in this direction.

On the other hand, this particular location is centrally located between Daytona (25 mins North) and Orlando(25 mins South) which offer more corproate professional postions as the are more metropolitian areas, so there is lifeline indeed, it’s just a matter of finding it.
As for myself, I have taken a break from the corporate scene and have grabbed something fun rather than financially fruitful.
When is your next trip to Cassadaga???

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 12:36 PM

Doug says:

I’d like to get back up there within the next month or so…it was so peaceful, though I may look for simpler accommodations, now that I’ve had the Ann Stevens experience, a nice splurge, but not a regular thing for me.

I used to temp at Merrill Lynch in NYC, so I know how tiring the corporate scene can be! Your new life sounds much more peaceful—thanks for the description of the local job scene.  Are there good apartments in the area, or is renting a house the way to go? What are the rents like for 1-2 bedroom places?

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 1:19 PM

Sandora says:

Now THAT is where I can help you. Home rentals and apartments are very economical here. Did I say VERY? Ofcourse depending on what you are looking to spend, ofcourse, a full home with 2 bedrooms, 2 1/2 bathrooms, perhaps even a pool: can go for $800.00. Apartments of similar specs can go for $600-700. And I ran across one last night that is for sale for 120,000. An unheard of price hands down, especially for a 3 bedroom! You won’t even need a realtor to be honest, just pick an area that feels good, and roam. You will have multiple choices of places to see and explore if suitable to your needs.
Yes, serenity and peace goes for a small price, and just minutes away from action, so I feel it’s an all-inclusive spot for sure!
Where will you stay during your next visit? perhaps I can investigate for you in advance if you wish?
You have a friend here!

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 2:15 PM

Sandora says:

Oh & P.S. it seems alittle night life will be happening in Cassadaga, Doug, I thought I’d let you know.
The Cassadaga Hotel is opening a sports bar beside the dining area. This way spirts and ‘spirits’ can mingle!!
Imagine what one encounters after a few too many?? I could only imagine!

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 4:34 PM

Doug says:

I always thought “Spirits” would be a great name for a bar in Cassadaga! When I was there last time, the Cassadaga Hotel was booked, by the way, which was how the Ann Stevens House won out. 

I’m not quite ready to make a move just yet, but thanks! I was curious to see how things compared, just to see if it would be worth considering at some future point.  Which leads me to my other question: for those whose budgets are below the $60/night level, or for people who might want to consider some kind of longer term vacation rental, are there options for them as well? My friend that I went with spent one (additional) night at a motel in Orange City, which he said wasn’t very nice…

Thanks so much for sharing your insider’s perspectives on life up there, Sandora! I’m sure a lot of people will benefit from your comments.

Posted on 11/29/2007 at 4:51 PM

Roger Gosselin says:

I recently visited Cassadaga for my first time on 5/13/08.  I loved the nice quiet town and plan on visiting again and staying for a few days and taking a more active part in learning about this town and it’s curlture.  It’s worth a visit.

Posted on 05/15/2008 at 8:08 PM

Angela Wright says:

I just returned from Cassadaga and was really surprised at the number of orbs I caught in my pictures around Spirit Pond.  I was glad to see that you noticed that you picked up a surprising number of orbs in your photos.  I have also taken zillions of photos on my digital camera of five years (many at night) and have never noticed an orb before.  My children seemed to attract the orbs and strangers were taking their photos with different cameras and were getting the same results.  Also, we went to our home in DeBary, FL after the orb tour and we were still picking up orbs but ONLY around the truck that we drove home. We took shots all around the rest of our yard and NOTHING.  Very strange indeed.

Posted on 02/22/2009 at 6:34 PM

Doug says:

Hi Angela, thanks for sharing about your orb experience. Interestingly, I also noticed a lot of them in photos I took just after an Obama rally in Kissimmee. I wonder if they show up in places where there is a lot of “crowd” energy…

Posted on 02/22/2009 at 10:52 PM

Helen says:

This is my dream - be there… Be in Fl… Omg.. you are happy people if you can see… if you can be there..
Russians can just dream and read articles about it… My dream.. )))
Would like visit Cassadaga..

Posted on 07/10/2012 at 5:18 AM

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