They’re Back – UFO’s in Southern New England

New England isn’t known as a hotbed of UFO activity, but we’ve had our moments. Actually, John Winthrop, governor of Massachusetts Bay Colony reported our country’s first sighting in 1639. And in 1961 America had its first reported abduction case in Exeter, New Hampshire. That’s the famous Betty and Barney Hill encounter. Again, in 1967, Betty Andreasson (now Luca) was abducted from her home in South Ashburnham, MA.

There have been numerous sightings and close encounters throughout MA, CT, and RI just about every year since records started being kept, but over the last few years those events have been on the increase.

According to NUFORC, in the first five months of 2020 MA has reported 29 sightings, CT comes in with 24, and RI has had 9. NUFORC is the National UFO Reporting Center established by Director Peter Davenport in Davenport WA. There’s a wealth of information at his site: nuforc.org There could also be more people who have witnessed strange things in the skies, but never filed a report.

It’s amazing what you can see if you look up occasionally. And, it doesn’t have to be dark to observe anomalies. It’s like ghosts. If a place is haunted – it’s haunted during the daytime, too.

For instance, on 24 May this year I went out back to check on the chickens. It was about 7 p.m. and sunny. I happened to look up over the barn and saw this large-ish bright white thing that looked like it was floating. It was cigar-shaped and had no wings, no tail, no lights, and didn’t make a sound. It was moving from southwest to northeast and it was taking its time going anywhere. A small plane would have moved faster and I would have heard it.

I watched this thing for three or four minutes when it got to a bunch of trees on the mountain and my view was blocked. I waited for it to re-appear further down the skyline, but it didn’t. For me, it was just gone. I have no idea what it was and have never seen anything like it before. It could have a good explanation, but I don’t know what it is.

More and more people are coming forward with information on aerial phenomena they’ve witnessed. You can find a plethora of videos, stories, and other means of what could be evidence on social media, youtube, and other information outlets. In April of this year the Pentagon released videos of UFOs encountered by our military. They’re unknown. Until recently the government has debunked and denied the existence of anything related to UFOs. Why not now? What’s up?

There’s too much mounting information and perhaps evidence being made public to continue denying the existence of something else, or someone else. Some of these things could be ours. Some could be hoaxes, but this is an issue that affects all people everywhere. An explanation needs to be given. If no one has an answer then it’s time we find out just what and/or who it is. If facts stay obscure and truth isn’t exercised in policies regarding UFOs – no one wins.

– ashanta

They’re Back” UFO’s in Southern New England

New England isn’t known as a hotbed of UFO activity, but we’ve had our moments. Actually, John Winthrop, governor of Massachusetts Bay Colony reported our country’s first sighting in 1639. And in 1961 America had its first reported abduction case in Exeter, New Hampshire. That’s the famous Betty and Barney Hill encounter. Again, in 1967, Betty Andreasson (now Luca) was abducted from her home in South Ashburnham, MA.

There have been numerous sightings and close encounters throughout MA, CT, and RI just about every year since records started being kept, but over the last few years those events have been on the increase.

According to NUFORC, in the first five months of 2020 MA has reported 29 sightings, CT comes in with 24, and RI has had 9. NUFORC is the National UFO Reporting Center established by Director Peter Davenport in Davenport WA. There’s a wealth of information at his site: nuforc.org There could also be more people who have witnessed strange things in the skies, but never filed a report.

It’s amazing what you can see if you look up occasionally. And, it doesn’t have to be dark to observe anomalies. It’s like ghosts. If a place is haunted – it’s haunted during the daytime, too.

For instance, on 24 May this year I went out back to check on the chickens. It was about 7 p.m. and sunny. I happened to look up over the barn and saw this large-ish bright white thing that looked like it was floating. It was cigar-shaped and had no wings, no tail, no lights, and didn’t make a sound. It was moving from southwest to northeast and it was taking its time going anywhere. A small plane would have moved faster and I would have heard it.

I watched this thing for three or four minutes when it got to a bunch of trees on the mountain and my view was blocked. I waited for it to re-appear further down the skyline, but it didn’t. For me, it was just gone. I have no idea what it was and have never seen anything like it before. It could have a good explanation, but I don’t know what it is.

More and more people are coming forward with information on aerial phenomena they’ve witnessed. You can find a plethora of videos, stories, and other means of what could be evidence on social media, youtube, and other information outlets. In April of this year the Pentagon released videos of UFOs encountered by our military. They’re unknown. Until recently the government has debunked and denied the existence of anything related to UFOs. Why not now? What’s up?

There’s too much mounting information and perhaps evidence being made public to continue denying the existence of something else, or someone else. Some of these things could be ours. Some could be hoaxes, but this is an issue that affects all people everywhere. An explanation needs to be given. If no one has an answer then it’s time we find out just what and/or who it is. If facts stay obscure and truth isn’t exercised in policies regarding UFOs – no one wins.

     – ashanta

Abandoned But Still Inhabited Factory Hollow (CT)

Factory Hollow isn’t a high profile place anyone would go to investigate the paranormal, but don’t let that benign facade fool you….. where there are cellar holes and lone standing chimneys – there’s a story.

In 1796 a small village sprang up along the Blackledge River in the towns of Hebron and Bolton CT. It seems Hartford, at the time, was home to a number of both Methodists and Congregationalists who couldn’t get along with one another. The contention was over booze – the Methodist Church members out-drank the Congregational Church members and the latter assumed an ‘holier than thou’ attitude against them. Tired of the dissension, Pastor Elijah Andrus led his people out of Hartford to a secluded spot of their own south of the city in what is now Tolland County.

About 25 families followed Andrus. John Gay was one of the founding fathers of the settlement as were most of his family members. Andrus left the group after about four years for unknown reasons and Pastor Henry Sumner took over ministerial duties. He also brought a lot of family with him.

In an effort to sustain themselves, the group built a sawmill. Lumber was needed for homes and workplaces and contributed to the village’s economy. It was also beneficial in building the distillery that kept residents content. But, that really wasn’t the case.

A large part of daily life in this community consisted in drinking. Even the twice-weekly mandatory church attendance was a venue for imbibing in one’s favorite quaff. Ultimately, as it can turn out, many fights ensued, vulgar language was common, and any culture that had existed soon degenerated.

The little community witnessed two murders, but no one was ever accused of the crimes. A frequent peddler made his last stop in Furnace Hollow. He was relieved of his wares and money. His body was found in a charcoal burning pit – not quite cooked. And although the village charcoal-burner was investigated, no charges were ever brought against him.

Maybe seeing that homicide was tolerated in town, the blacksmith who became overly angry with his quite young apprentice for being a little late one morning decided to slice him up. Not only did the boy die – he was beheaded. This horrendous act also went unpunished.

Having had enough, many people started leaving the hamlet. The Civil War was also on-going and many men and boys from Factory Hollow went off to war and died on the battlefields reducing the population even further.

Over the years, the lumber mill burned down, a woolen mill replaced it which a few years later also went up in smoke. A third mill, a paper factory, wasn’t a charm, either – it also ended in ashes. After about 80 years the small community that could – couldn’t.

Factory Hollow is now known as Gay City State Park and sits along Rt. 85 where Hebron meets Bolton. It’s named after the Gay family who founded the area. Old cellar holes, lonely chimneys, stone foundations, the burned rock structure where so many fires took place, a wheel pit that held the overshot water wheel, and stone walls once used for gardens and pastures all remain to tell the tale of what was. There’s even a small cemetery. And – there are unsettling vibes and hauntings.

While during the day hiking trails, Still Pond swimming beach, and remains of the community seem calm and quiet, once the hint of dusk starts – old residents wake up.

Over the years – and still happening, many people report hearing disembodied voices that sound like townsfolk are still enjoying their inebriation. Orbs have been seen and shadowy wisps of shades meandering through the trees are witnessed. Near the area of the old charcoal pit a ghostly figure has been spotted. Perhaps it’s the old peddler wanting his killer to be brought to justice. Some people have noticed a boy running through the woods holding his head in his hands.

This place has a distinct feeling of heaviness. Wherever you go, you are being watched. You can hear rustling through the brush where no one is walking. Something is moving and you catch a glimpse out the corner of your eye. The breeze seems to murmur. And dark figures definitely walk among the trees.

Furnace Hollow or Gay City, if you prefer, may be abandoned, but it still lives on.

     – ashanta

What’s In the Woods?

I am always looking for local places that are known or are thought to be haunted. After thinking about it for a few days it came to me. There is an area out here close to the Berkshires I’ve walked quite a few times in the evenings. It seems different and maybe it’s worth checking out.

There is a certain place on this road near Middlefield State Forest where you can hear a dog barking way off in the woods. Every time I’ve walked this stretch, that dog or coyote or whatever it is, is barking. There are no homes anywhere within a mile or so on this road and there are no intersecting roads – just miles of dense forest. From what I could see, no one had made a path or trail leading out there either. I had always thought perhaps there was a way in I hadn’t found yet, but not so. Anyway, until now I hadn’t been curious enough to explore.

After lunch, as I wanted plenty of time, I left to check things out. I arrived at the barking spot on the road and hiked about a half a mile into the woods when I started seeing animal bones. Nothing much at first, but more numerous as I got further in. I assumed a lot of these bones were from deer as a few antlers were found also. There were piles of smaller bones, too. In my experience, people find bones in the forest all the time, but usually not in such large quantities in one area. I kept thinking what would explain what I had found. Something feeding such as a bear or maybe coyotes or maybe even, although unlikely, wolves. I searched and .there were no tracks to be found. So, was it just coincidence these bones were located in such a small area? No matter the reason, I was just happy that I had a knife with me. Of course it wouldn’t make much difference, but I still felt better having it with me.

It was getting to be mid-afternoon as I continued on further into the forest. There was still plenty of time to get out before it started getting dark. As I walked further in, here and there were rocks that had been stacked one upon another. Others had been placed to create designs. Someone had to have made them. Nature doesn’t arrange stones in specific patterns.

It occurred to me that possibly someone was living out here maybe to get away from people or some other reason. I made sure to pay attention all around me as I continued on. For no reason did I want to surprise or be surprised by someone if they happened to still be around.

I continued on, but soon and for no apparent reason, I started to feel a chill and it didn’t have anything to do with the weather. It was a warm day. I also, increasingly, got a feeling of what I can only describe as impending doom. I felt as if I stayed there, it wouldn’t be a good thing.

On my way back to the road, I neared the area where the stacked stones and rock symbols are located. I have an idea what they could be. Am I right? I don’t know, but I did break up some of the rock design symbols, just in case…

I haven’t been back yet, but do plan to go later this year with some fellow investigators. I also spotted an old cellar hole on my way out, and want to check back on that when the sun is high in the sky and darkness isn’t creeping into the woods.

Bran

 

Holyoke’s Haunted Highway? (MA)

There is a road in Holyoke MA that has frequent, and many times, severe accidents. While that in and of itself doesn’t seem odd or unusual, the fact that most all of these accidents have occurred in almost the same places along an appoximate two mile stretch of highway does seem strange and uncanny. So is it coincidence? It seems like more than coincidence would allow. And, who really believes in coincidences?

Westfield Road is a part of US Route 202 and initially was a trail used by the Agawam and Woronoco tribes. It starts where Westfield MA meets Holyoke along a ridge on East Mountain. The area is a rugged, heavily-wooded rural section that crests the ridge of the mountain and quickly starts a rather steep descent. There are several sharp turns that offer limited sight of on-coming traffic as well.

As you drive down the mountain and look to your right all you see is trees and water – lots of water. Beautiful Ashley and McLean Reservoirs rest along the side of the highway in their picturesque basins which are fed by numerous smaller ponds and streams. Looking over this scene you think picture perfect postcard, but that’s not the feeling you get while driving down this old Native American pathway. The road is creepy.

Westfield Road continues on until it reaches Route 5 further down through town, but the end of the two-mile stretch stops at the bottom of the mountain. There is a small road, on the right that leads down to the Ashley Reservoir Hiking Trail. There’s room for some limited parking and there is no sign identifying it.

Police, fire, emergency crews, and towing companies are all familiar with this locale. Their help is frequently needed there and more often than not, in the same spots over and over again. Some accidents happen in front of homemade markers memorializing past accidents. Feelings of foreboding embed that small part of the highway and it’s as though it is heavy with the energy of other presences. You never feel alone.

The vibe is dark. Maybe the negativity is from all the water surrounding the road, but it seems like more than that. Could it be interference from residual energy still existing there, acting out past accidents? Could it be an interruption from intelligent energies wanting to interact with the living? I don’t know, but I do know that if there was another way to go so I wouldn’t have to use that part of the road, I’d take it. It only takes a spark of time to maybe catch a glimpse of something weird out the corner of your eye and end up somewhere you don’t want to be. The weight of these accidents, injuries, and deaths sits over this part of 202 distributing dark energies that linger. Do they draw others into the same fate that awaited them?

– ashanta

Hauntingly Beautiful Napatree Point RI

Napatree Point is a beautiful strip of sandbar connected to Watch Hill on the westerly side of town. It’s beautiful, peaceful, and a great place to enjoy numerous activities in the warmer months. Napatree today belies it’s horrendous past events that disrupted the lives of hundreds and ended some of those lives forever.

At one time the spit was abundant with trees, but in September of 1815 a fierce windstorm – also known as, “the Gale of 1815” – destroyed many trees in the area and wiped out just about all of them on Napatree Point.

Over time the peninsula was built up. The U.S. Army built Fort Mansfield at what used to be a bend at the end of the peninsula at Sandy Point and a spit of land that reached toward the bay.

Until 1938 Napatree and Watch Hill became a mecca for wealthier families in the area – and tourists – to get out of cities in the heat of summer and enjoy the sun, sand, numerous shops, and restaurants the area was known for. People built cottages and houses on Fort Road that followed the golden sand along the Long Island Sound.

Then on 21 September 1938 the “Great Hurricane” struck the area. In a matter of hours life was never the same. You have to remember that at this point in history weather predicting was nowhere near the scientific endeavor it is today. There were no satellites, no buoys in the ocean, no internet, and not much of any other technical advantages we have today. Most storms were discovered by reports from ships out at sea. It was known there was a hurricane that was expected to pass Cape Hatteras and keep going east, out to sea. That didn’t happen.

The tempest hit the Napatree area around 2:20 in the afternoon on the autumnal equinox. People had no warnings and most didn’t know about it until they saw the 50-foot wall of water approaching them at about 60 miles per hour. There was no time to prepare – or get out of the way. Winds were blowing between 90 and 120 mph, rivers, ponds, and streams were overflowing their banks everywhere and flooding started happening immediately.

Within six hours houses, boats, cars, ships, and trains were being swept away and smashed into whatever was in the way. So were people. Bodies were strewn everywhere. Many were found under feet of rubble The coastline was remade. Sandy Point became Sandy Island. In the Watch Hill area about 100 people died and many more were missing. Statewide the destruction was estimated to be about $400 million dollars – and that was at 1938 currency value. Reconstruction took and long time and emotional scars lasted forever.

Visiting the picturesque, soft-sand beach today, you’d never guess all the devastation that happened 82 years ago. Old foundations have been hidden by sand dunes and seaside vegetation has taken root. The beach is pristine and the water is beautiful. Many shells dot the sand along the shore. Sometimes even a fork or spoon still washes up onto the beach.

It isn’t always so serene though. People have heard sobbing and some hear what sounds like children yelling for help, There seems to be an older man who can sometimes be seen looking over Little Narragansett Bay toward the harbor. Maybe just as he did in life. And then there is the woman who appears to walk out of the ocean and disappear when she reaches shore. With all the pain and suffering that took place in this locale, it isn’t surprising that some of the energy of that trauma still lingers.

– ashanta

COVID-19 – A Paranormal Take

This horrendous pandemic is not only viral, but gives a message to all who will listen. If you can get past the multi-media craze for 24/7 alerts, updates and raw-nerve panic tactics, this disease has something to say to all who will listen. It’s a message that’s been out there since time started, but no one has listened or learned – yet.

This existence we are all in called life is not an individual experience. It’s commonly shared amongst us. The vibrations by one persons activities, thoughts, and intentions create repercussions that affect all the rest of us. Everyone of us affects all others. We live in a vibrational matrix. That’s how this Universe we all inhabit works. And it’s time we all learn that, know that, and understand that.

This existence was never intended to be an egocentric one. It’s designed to be a conglomerate of individuals all concerned about one another and understanding the fact that everyone residing within it is interdependent.

If this caronavirus pandemic hasn’t shown you that – then you’ll never understand anything of any value for a significant life experience.

The message is clear – understand that we need to be a worldwide community of caring people concerned about one another to stay safe and healthy. Or – we can carry on these feckless ethnocentric bigotries that spew hatred and hypocrisy and we can all perish.

Will you listen to this message from your higher power? Or do you think you are the higher power in this wonderful Universe that you obviously are oblivious to and face Armegeddon?

– ashanta

 

Baphomet

Baphomet is not evil.

Did you ever hear about Baphomet prior to paranormal t.v. shows and Hollywood’s version of horror movies?? My guess is probably not. Oh yes, and let’s not forget all those documentaries on the Knights Templar. Baphomet would still be hiding in relative obscurity if it wasn’t for those templar informationals that accuse templars of kneeling and worshiping this goat-headed demon. What drivel !!

Baphomet is a beautiful symbol that illustrates the natural connection of everything we know in this three-dimensional reality we live within. It connects each thing with one another and in total to the all that is.

Der Daemon Baphomet.PNG (This photographic reproduction is considered to be in the public domain in the United States.)

If we go back to Hebrew writings, the name Baphomet is equated with the name Sophia by use of the Atbash Cipher. This cipher uses a substitution method to hide a message. It’s an easy code – the first letter becomes the last, the second letter becomes the second to last and so on. In the third century B.C. the Hebrew Bible was translated to Greek so Jewish peoples living in Egypt could read their Bible as many of them were no longer familiar with Hebrew.

Sophia, lower case sofia in the Old Testament, refers to wisdom. And the symbolism of the figure of Baphomet explains the archaic wisdom this symbol entails.

Baphomet is a complex esoteric icon that needs to be explained and understood for what it really is. So – let’s have a go at that….

So, to start dissecting the representions of the horned one….

Baphomet is seen sitting with crossed legs. Sitting represents a fixed foundation and legs are crossed illustrating that some things cannot be changed – like truth. Androgyny is shown by the wonderfully full feminine breasts and the tall, erect male member that renders it a non-binary or an encompassing totality of all that exists.

The snakes surrounding the phallus are representative of renewal and transformation of all existence.

The snakes that form in a sort of caduceus speaks of the entirety of all being. All things are a part of each another. All aspects of life are interconnected and don’t exist without one another.

Baphomet’s wings lend to psychic imagination and spiritual growth. His two arms one pointing down that reads “coaglia” meaning to join together. The other arm points up and says “solve” which means to dissolve or separate. Together they represent the completeness of the Emerald Tablet’s message of, “As Above, So Below”.

Baphomet’s horns represent wisdom just as the horns in the painting of Moses by Michelangelo are symbolic of the smarts that Moses possessed.

And finally – the fire. Fire is a sign of illumination. And – illumination, spritual growth, archaic wisdom, and a recipe to understand the meaning of life is what the symbol of the goat-headed being is all about.

Taken together, this symbol of Baphomet is a wonderful ancient representation of mystical wisdom that is still being shared today with those that have the mental and spiritual acuteness to understand its meaning. For others, it will always remain the thing of movies and unfortunately – demonic.

And – for those who don’t know — The Knights Templars who were tortured and burned alive in 1306 were massacred by King Philip IV of France. He managed to get the Pope’s willingness to look the other way, but it didn’t have anything to do with Philip’s allegations of heresy on the part of the Templars.

It seems King Philip IV owed a great sum of money to the Templars and there was no way he could repay them. Philip had frivolously squandered his kingdom’s money. So, rather than be upright and straight forward, Phil decided he could have the Knights annihilated rendering him free from debt.

And – the Pope of Rome at that time – Pope Clement didn’t necessarily agree with Phil’s efforts. Pope Clement also wanted the indigent King to repay him. Over time Philip had borrowed quite a sum from the Roman Catholic Church. The Pope wanted the money he had given Philip repaid with all the appropriate interest payments.

The Knights Templar and Baphomet are free of guilt. But, the king of France and the head of the Holy Catholic Church cannot be exonerated from evil deeds as easily.

– ashanta

A New Look at Mercy Brown, R.I.’s Vampire

Mercy Brown was not a vampire, but she is a ghost – and an active one.

For those not familiar with the story, Mercy Brown put Exeter, Rhode Island on the map. In the last half of the 1800’s consumption was on a rampage throughout the area. Death tore families apart and wiped out large populations of cities, towns, and small rural villages like Exeter. The Brown family was no exception.

Mary E. Brown, wife of prominent farmer George Brown, was the first in the family to die of this infectious illness. Twenty year old daughter Mary Olive soon followed. In 1892 younger daughter Mercy drew her last breath. Shortly after Mercy’s death her brother Edwin was diagnosed with the same disease as were many other townsfolk. This became too much for the local villagers to handle and with ill-equipped physicians and little known about medical issues, fears started to mount.

As panic set in rational thought went out. Rumors of vampires spread quickly throughout the community and a demand to find the vampire became an exigency. Since Mercy was the most recent to pass on, she was targeted by villagers. It’s not a positive, but it is believed that since Mercy died in January 1892 her body was kept in an above-ground crypt until warmer weather would make a ground interment easier.

George Brown didn’t believe much in vampires and especially didn’t think his daughter was one, but with the townsfolk unbridled fear and demands for proof, George agreed to an exhumation.

A short time after her death, Dr. Harold Metcalf assisted in the examination of Mercy’s body. It was found that she still looked very much alive and still had blood in her heart. The superstitious vampire hunters were convinced they had found the revenant attacking the living among them. Her heart and liver were removed from her body and burned on the spot.

Now, 128 years later, we think we know vampires don’t exist, but in 1892 people believed more in them than they did a doctor’s explanation of disease. So back then the people were relieved they had slain their monster. But, people in the years that have followed that vile mutilation of a person much loved by her family, know Mercy was not laid to rest. After such a desecration is it any wonder Mercy is still very much with the living?

Mercy’s, (I’d like to say resting spot, but that wouldn’t be true), grave is located in Chestnut Hill Cemetery behind the Baptist Church on Ten Rod Road in Exeter. If you visit the cemetery, the Brown plot lies near a pine tree about mid-way down. Mercy’s headstone is quite obvious – it’s the one with the steel reinforcement around the bottom to prevent souvenir hunters from once again going off with the famed marker.

A visit to Chestnut Hill could well introduce you to Mercy. On entering, there is a feeling of being watched and sometimes followed. Many people have reported seeing a woman walking around the grounds – an ethereal woman dressed in white. There have been observations of blue lights weaving their way around grave stones. White orbs are abundant, also, especially around the old crypt where her body may have been placed to await ground interment in the warmer spring months.

While Mercy Brown wont be waiting in Exeter to bite your neck, she most likely is waiting for you to know her real story. So many brutal acts have been committed as the result of superstitions and ignorance. And the sadder part is that many actions still happen today with the same illogical reasoning and stupidity.

– ashanta

Becket Quarry, MA Who’s Still There?

Becket Quarry, formerly Chester-Hudson Quarry, now defunct, is noted for being one of the most intact historic granite quarry sites in Massachusetts and, also for its paranormal activity.  It is an interesting place to visit, as it seems almost frozen in time. There is a feeling that those who once worked there will be returning to finish their shifts at any moment. 

As you get a short distance into the quarry you will see where granite, succumbing to father time, is slowly be eaten away by the elements. Rusted out shells of machinery and rigging give off a feeling as though they are waiting patiently for their operators to continue.

The original quarry filled with water after the business was abandoned and is now a deep pool of calm reflection. Looking across the hillside you can see the granite jutting out from the mountain going far into the distance.  As I understand the stone is of such high quality it had been used to build some structures in our nation’s capital.

I had visited the quarry a few times and had some interesting results while searching for paranormal activity, so decided to return and see what I could find further. When I first entered the quarry I felt the presence of spirits belonging to who I felt were workers from the past. Did they have an attachment to the place where they spent a large portion of their adult life working or are the rumors of men dying during the construction of the quarry true? I plan on investigating any records pertaining to the quarry’s operation that are available in the near future.

I stood there waiting to see what more I could glean from these spirits for several minutes, but sensed nothing else and decided it was time to venture further into the preserve. As I walked up the narrow dirt path passing the rusted remains of an old work truck I started to hear what I believed to be the sound of old cables coming from the excavation area to the top. I hurried to the remains of the old building at the top not far from where the cables start, but the sound had stopped. I had been using a recorder at the time, but it had not recorded anything other than my footsteps. I left it on for the remainder of my visit, but did not find anything unusual in the recording.

I checked out the remains of a building that looked as though it was getting ready to collapse. There was only one room and its sole contents were an old wood stove. I had the feeling of someone who was not very friendly, maybe a bit angry, watching me from afar.

I continued up the path and as I got closer to the excavation site I started getting increasingly uneasy. I could feel the presence of evil, more than one entity too. As strange as it sounds they were very gleeful. It didn’t seem to have anything to do with me, but I felt I couldn’t remain there even for a second longer. I moved quickly down the path until I was far beyond feeling anything of whatever they were.

As a child I had heard adults talking about a story of organized crime using it to dump a body inside a car. Is the old story true?

As soon as I got back to my car, which was a ways down the road, I performed a cleansing on myself. When I got home I did another cleansing on myself, car, and home. This time with everything I needed to do it properly. Even then I couldn’t sleep that night.

Bran

Deer Warning

This is an experience my wife had a couple years ago. She has never had much interest in the paranormal, although she is open to it. It seems apparent to me she is sensitive to this type of phenomena and these kinds of experiences like the one I am about to share.

She was driving from the country towards the city when she saw a person on the side of the road. As she got closer to the figure she was shocked to see that it appeared to be a Native American medicine man. She had an intense feeling that she was being warned to slow down, then the figure disappeared.

About 200 feet further down the road a deer stepped out into her lane from the forest and was followed by a second one with three fawns. They stopped in the center of the road and just looked at her. It took about thirty seconds before they continued on their way. On her way back home from the city two more deer stepped out into the road and wouldn’t move. She got out of the car and walked towards them trying to shoo them away until they finally they moved on. She told me they were unafraid and she could have touched them if she had wanted to. It didn’t end there, either. As she was getting close to home three more deer stepped out of the woods and stopped in the road. They moved on and she finally got home.

My belief is that she was being shown that the deer is her spirit animal.  She is the kind of person that doesn’t much care about her ancestry, but when I asked she told me she had been told as a child that both sides of her family had some Native American ancestors. She has had other similar experiences usually of being forewarned.

Bran