Great story! If only everyone had such an open mind on the job!
My mom took me to a place out in the middle of the country in Ohio that "felt neat" that her and her friends had be going to for years. I felt it too and after research found that there were native burial grounds on the site going back thousands of years in ceremonial stacks of 6" layers of bones, ash, shells, then soil. Maybe the ancients were making something akin to giant earth capacitors to commune with their ancestors? Perhaps certain spots amplify our personal fields enough to start to open.
Have you happened to visit Serpent Mound in Ohio? Step inside the path surrounding the mound, same feeling. Weather patterns are odd there, peoples knees give out and other strange seasonal effects.
thanks for commenting! I have been to Serpent Mound. Last year in fact, it was an odd visit because we arrived 2 days after someone had committed suicide on the mound. There's a belief amongst some (white) folks that if you die on the mound you can "ascend." It's a deeply charged place. Native Americans were on site that day, praying and cleansing the space. The park attendant was practically in tears. Anyways, yes. I do suspect certain places act as ampliers. You'd think that given the nonlocal nature of the cosmos that all places would be equal in this regard, but apparently not!
Curious what tomb markers were originally there. Did slaves have tombstones? Or crosses? How much of the premonition (or vision) is based on historical accuracy vs you receiving a picture you could immediately interpret? In other words, was it a vision of what had actually been there, or a vision that would lead you—specifically—to find it?
These are great questions! Typically in the south, cemeteries for enslaved people were marked by wood crosses and found materials. Those markers generally do not survive long and may even have been targeted in later years to increase invisibility / erasure. My vision was definitely not historically accurate in any way! I interpret it as I would a dream image; it filtered through my own symbolic system in other words — that’s one way to see it anyways.
This is why I initially fell in love with the brain. Psychiatry is the only specialty where individuality plays a role in the expression of the symptoms. As I’m encountering more and more spiritual mysteries, I find it a mix; some experiences “speak my language,” while others lead me to search for connections and meaning. I think of it as spirits (?) communicating with my spirit, but initially they had to use my brain bc it’s all I knew. Over time I’m learning to understand in new ways. (Hopefully that makes a little sense at least?)
I once went to the Tallahassee History Museum with family, and everyone else was taking their time in an exhibit I didn't care much about. Because of my impatience, I had wandered away from them and into an exhibit about steamboats. It had all your cliche steamboat accouterments like old-timey barrels, captain's hats, etc. I was wandering in a mindless state, waiting for my family to catch up.
I found myself in a hallway-like section of the exhibit. It was a bit tight because the aforementioned barrels had been stacked in a corner. As I was walking through, I saw an old man wearing a white captain's suit with big brass buttons. He had a white beard, and he was leaning on one of the barrels, looking down at the floor. Because I'm an introvert and I didn't want to pass by someone that close, I turned around and went to go to another part of the exhibit. It struck me then that the guy I saw was roleplaying a captain...at a steamboat exhibit, so when I turned around to look again he was gone. He was never there at all. I checked everywhere to make sure it wasn't someone working for the museum in some kind of living history role.
It was weird because the flash I had of this ghost, for lack of a better term, was dreamlike. It was almost as if it was a memory in real-time, directly impressed on my mind and skipping the middleman of my actual vision. Was it ecodreaming, extrasensory cognition, or a wonky bit of time that got lost? It's fun to speculate.
Great story! If only everyone had such an open mind on the job!
My mom took me to a place out in the middle of the country in Ohio that "felt neat" that her and her friends had be going to for years. I felt it too and after research found that there were native burial grounds on the site going back thousands of years in ceremonial stacks of 6" layers of bones, ash, shells, then soil. Maybe the ancients were making something akin to giant earth capacitors to commune with their ancestors? Perhaps certain spots amplify our personal fields enough to start to open.
Have you happened to visit Serpent Mound in Ohio? Step inside the path surrounding the mound, same feeling. Weather patterns are odd there, peoples knees give out and other strange seasonal effects.
thanks for commenting! I have been to Serpent Mound. Last year in fact, it was an odd visit because we arrived 2 days after someone had committed suicide on the mound. There's a belief amongst some (white) folks that if you die on the mound you can "ascend." It's a deeply charged place. Native Americans were on site that day, praying and cleansing the space. The park attendant was practically in tears. Anyways, yes. I do suspect certain places act as ampliers. You'd think that given the nonlocal nature of the cosmos that all places would be equal in this regard, but apparently not!
Curious what tomb markers were originally there. Did slaves have tombstones? Or crosses? How much of the premonition (or vision) is based on historical accuracy vs you receiving a picture you could immediately interpret? In other words, was it a vision of what had actually been there, or a vision that would lead you—specifically—to find it?
These are great questions! Typically in the south, cemeteries for enslaved people were marked by wood crosses and found materials. Those markers generally do not survive long and may even have been targeted in later years to increase invisibility / erasure. My vision was definitely not historically accurate in any way! I interpret it as I would a dream image; it filtered through my own symbolic system in other words — that’s one way to see it anyways.
This is why I initially fell in love with the brain. Psychiatry is the only specialty where individuality plays a role in the expression of the symptoms. As I’m encountering more and more spiritual mysteries, I find it a mix; some experiences “speak my language,” while others lead me to search for connections and meaning. I think of it as spirits (?) communicating with my spirit, but initially they had to use my brain bc it’s all I knew. Over time I’m learning to understand in new ways. (Hopefully that makes a little sense at least?)
My ghost story:
I once went to the Tallahassee History Museum with family, and everyone else was taking their time in an exhibit I didn't care much about. Because of my impatience, I had wandered away from them and into an exhibit about steamboats. It had all your cliche steamboat accouterments like old-timey barrels, captain's hats, etc. I was wandering in a mindless state, waiting for my family to catch up.
I found myself in a hallway-like section of the exhibit. It was a bit tight because the aforementioned barrels had been stacked in a corner. As I was walking through, I saw an old man wearing a white captain's suit with big brass buttons. He had a white beard, and he was leaning on one of the barrels, looking down at the floor. Because I'm an introvert and I didn't want to pass by someone that close, I turned around and went to go to another part of the exhibit. It struck me then that the guy I saw was roleplaying a captain...at a steamboat exhibit, so when I turned around to look again he was gone. He was never there at all. I checked everywhere to make sure it wasn't someone working for the museum in some kind of living history role.
It was weird because the flash I had of this ghost, for lack of a better term, was dreamlike. It was almost as if it was a memory in real-time, directly impressed on my mind and skipping the middleman of my actual vision. Was it ecodreaming, extrasensory cognition, or a wonky bit of time that got lost? It's fun to speculate.