When I
was 18 years old, I was living in Buffalo, New York.
The year was 1974 and I had a job in the steel plant.
I was on my way down the hall at home to get in my car and go to work when I
thought I had heard a woman's voice call my name from
directly behind me. It was around 5:30am and no one
was awake but me. The voice sounded to be of a woman
in her mid 30's, not at all unpleasant, but the
knowledge that I was hearing the voice, when there
was no one there to produce it scared me a little. I
went into my sister's room to find her asleep. So
were my mother and father when I checked on them.
I went
ahead to work and forgot about it. About a year later
I moved away from Buffalo and ended up in Seattle
where my brother was playing in a rock band called
"Rail". I was living in the South side in
an area called Ranier Beach and my brother was in an
area east of the lake called Bellevue and even though
we were separated by that body of water, we
both experienced similar things. We both would
wake up around 4am to find that we were immobile,
unable to move even our eyelids. At the same time, we
both heard women's voices. In my
case, I heard the sound of two women chanting in a
strange language that I couldn't understand. My
brother told me that he could hear a group of people
in the next room clapping in unison, then it stopped
and he heard a woman's voice saying, "Everything
you've ever learned in your whole life is
wrong." Both of us couldn't understand what this
was all about. Why were we being contacted?
A
couple of years before that my sister and I had
shared a similar dream experience. In the dream, we
were in a clear river where a man looking like a life
guard was instructing us on how to breathe the water
like air. In her dream, my sister fought the man but
in my dream, I was told
that this was the only way we could survive. I did as
instructed and in the dream felt the sensation of my
soul loosening itself from my body and floating out
of the water. I later re-entered my body and swam to
the surface feeling like a new person.
I
might also add that our family is very psychic. It is rumored that our
great-great grandfather's uncle was a Kickapoo
medicine man. These sorts of things were
unusual but we had a basis for understanding it. Ever since these
occurences though, I have felt my psychic awareness
heightened. Maybe sharpened due to being "pushed
through the door" by unexplainable events.
Anyway, I ended up in Houston and then in Central
Texas. I had been living in the Hill Country of
Central Texas just outside of Austin. The immediate
area I was living in at the time was called Will
Barger Creek. Will Barger was a settler who had lived
in the area during the time of the struggle for Texas
Independence. He had allegedly been scalped by my ancestors, the Kickapoo, and
lived to talk about it.
I had
to move from this 6 acre piece of land to a 3 acre
piece of land a few miles south of there. The place I
left was surrounded by deep woods with an open meadow
near the house. This house was a place where
musicians and people with a metaphysical background
used to meet to have all night musical jam sessions
as well as story telling and the sharing of mystical
experiences. It is a place with many memories as well
as an energy that can only be described as spiritual.
In the time before I left that piece of land, it had
rained quite a bit. That was the spring of this year,
1997. I had to park on the main road and slog through
the mud down a road to the house
which was in the middle of the 6 acres.
One
night just before dusk, I had to go back to my truck,
and so I started down the dirt road. It was just that
time of night when you're right between day and
night. The air was charged with electricity. I looked
ahead and thought I saw something. It looked like a
dark hooded figure standing in the middle of the
road. When I approached, the figure turned and walked
into the woods. As I came near to the spot, my blood
ran cold and I could feel the "presence"
that had passed through. I had to pass the spot on my
way back and could feel the same chill
down my spine when I approached that place in the
woods.
I left
shortly thereafter and moved to a new place on 3
acres of even deeper woods. There is an old barn
there. It had been moved from the spot where the
converted trailer house where I live now stands.
There's a dirt road that approaches my house through
the woods, passes my front door and then meanders
into the woods out of sight. It looks almost like a
trail but is wider. It doesn't look like your typical
farm dirt road. There doesn't seem to be any tire
tracks on it. One day my mother was visiting from
Houston when she said she noticed a man in a flannel
shirt walking over to the house from the barn. I
looked, but no one was there. I have two wolfdogs who
normally would go nuts if someone approached the
house. Later on, I would be working on my truck and
would feel that someone was standing near the
telephone pole watching me. When I looked up, I saw
what could best be described as something
dissolving in the air in front of me. As if someone
had been there and vaporized when I looked. I could
definitely feel a presence.
One
day, inside the house itself, I could
smell patchouli oil. I hadn't used any patchouli and
no one had been in the house but me. I could also
smell what I can only describe as the scent of a
woman. This was more of an astral scent, an odor that
can be felt as well as smelled. I decided to smudge
the house and then went to walk my dogs down the
country lane in front of the property. It was night
time. I was gone for about half an hour and started
down the dirt road when I could swear I heard the
sound of a woman's voice laughing derisively in the
woods just behind my house. The sound gave me
goosebumps. I could find no one there and no sign of
anyone having been there. I decided to do more
investigating that weekend. I went out to the barn at
night to see what I could "pick up".
It was
a clear night and in the Hill Country you can see the stars and planets much
easier and feel them much closer than you can in the
cities. It is also very easy to see meteor showers
from this area. I stood near the barn, underneath a
tree for awhile until I could see a mist floating
overhead. It circled the tree and floated off to the
right side of my peripheral vision. When I turned and
noticed the mist, it disappeared by floating away out of sight.
I tried to perceive what I could psychically and the
year 1836 popped into my head. I could also feel the
presence of a man but he
wasn't wearing flannel. I could feel the presence of
buckskin. I could also perceive what could best be
described as a "fold" in the time space
continuum in the area near the top of
the tree near the barn. I know this sounds amazing,
but psychometrists know how to perceive things like
this which might be intangible to others.
Sometimes
spiritual entities appear as a mist, sometimes they
appear as an egg shape, discernible as a slight film
or glow on the atmosphere floating
around you. Sometimes a psychometrist can smell
things and hear things like music coming through a
veil. Often it can be difficult to decipher the
difference between imagination and perceived reality.
Many times it is easy to explain away what at first
seems to be paranormal by thinking that maybe your imagination
was playing tricks on you. Sometimes the things which
seem to be most obvious at first can later on be
explained away by more practical considerations.
Maybe it's a self defense mechanism. Anyway,
verification and proof can make you realize that
maybe your mind wasn't playing
tricks on you afterall.
The
people living around me all know each other. They
were friends during the early seventies when they all
used to hang out on "The Drag"
outside of the University of Texas and sell jewelry
etc. The land is all owned by one family and everyone
who lives there is either related or a friend. One day they
were all over helping to fix the roof of the barn
when they informed me that the barn was over 100
years old, the dirt road was part of the Old Spanish
Trail, and Will Barger had owned a store down the
road. When I mentioned the year 1836, they told me
that that was the year of Texas
Independence. People had been living on that land
long before that year though. Yes, they told me ,
Will Barger had indeed been scalped by the Kickapoo, the Comanche were
"ripping and snorting" through the area, as
they put it and it was a time when the land was being
contested by the Mexicans, Kickapoo, Cherokee, Comanche
and of course the Texans as well as other tribes that
lived in the area originally.
When I
brought another psychic friend to the barn, she said she felt
that someone had been trying to kill someone there. I
still live there and still occasionaly feel a
presence in the area. I believe there's more than
one. Maybe a woman, maybe more than one man, maybe
from more than one time period. Maybe the woman is
the same spirit of a woman I first heard call my name
when I was 18 years old. My mother said that the man
she saw was not dressed like, nor did he remind her
of, somebody from the early
1800's. I'm not sure women wore patchouli oil in
those days either. But I am sure about the year 1836
and the feeling of someone dressed in skins. As I look out my kitchen window
at the dirt road/trail that wanders to my front door
and beyond, I can imagine all of the horses, wagons
and carriages carrying the people who
travelled on that road so long ago. I am going to
continue to investigate, do research and see what
else I can report. Maybe I will have more to tell
later.
