native american spirits and telepathic communications

[obmij]

Sorry folks, to dive right into your forum like this, but I thought I'd share a particularly interesting (I think anyways) set of circumstances that occurred to me (and involved others) back in 1994 in the Redwood Natl. Forest and Eugene, Oregon. My friend and I decided to hike into the backcountry of the Redwoods, as we were prone to do in those days. The ranger on duty warned us that since it was winter, there were no other campers around and recently a jogger had been attacked and savagely killed by a cougar in the area. "But you should be ok, since you have your backpacks guarding your spine." So, with that knowledge, we dove in. We had a wonderful first day observing the largest tree in the forest and settling on a wild camping spot next to the voracious, bubbling and frothing Redwood river. I remember meditating on a fallen redwood that was perched precariously 1/2 way out into the river itself. My eyes slitted so I could only see the foreground in front of me, after nearly 1/2 an hour of quietly chanting my mantra I made a request: "If I am on the right path, please send me a signal of some kind..." Before the last word passed through my mind a raven swooped low into my limited vision - and very close to me, landing on a nearby branch and letting out its complicated call. At any rate, we built a fire and planned our hike the next day up into the "prairies" that were clearly marked on one of the nearby trail signs. The next morning we left after an early breakfast with basic items and day packs. Up and up we went into this wonderful wilderness. We saw cougar tracks along with black bear, deer and oddly what appeared to be wolverine. Not feeling deterred, but only armed with self-made spears and hunting knives we plodded on...

[obmij]

Eventually we came to the conclusion that there was no way we were going to reach these prairies. The elevation may have had some effect on our tired bones, so without a question we turned back and merrily made our way down the same trail. After about an hour, we noticed a creek crossing our trail and determined that it must empty out into the Redwood river. Why don't we follow that, for a change of scenery and catch the river express for our way back to camp? Seemed reasonable. Off we went, slipping and sliding down into the gulleys and waterfalls that made up this tributary. We were young and hearty. Falling on rock hardly affected us. But the sight that we beheld next, did. This portion of the Redwood river was impassable (or more importantly) could not be followed in any way shape or form. It was high-ridged on both sides, madder than our campsite location, so we were stuck. We decided that we had little sunlight left (being winter - the lights turned out fast) and I set to prying a log that was 1/2 submerged in earth in order to float it down the river to camp. My companion was shaking his head whilst wrapping his wool sweater onto his head saying, "ok obmij,....we can do this, but I'm telling you, it could be our last ride." I stopped and bent down touching the icy cold water with my exposed hand. "You're right, that's a bad idea." And BOOM. Lights out. Pitch black. That fast.

[obmij]

We spent the first few hours laughing and telling jokes...singing songs at the top of our lungs and eventually these turned into wails for help. "Ranger!! we're stuck!! Anyone! HELP!!" Nothing, of course. We lined up our knives and spears so that they were on either side of us because our main concern was hungry wild animals. And then...out of the pitch black there was a single round light. About the size of a flashlight from afar. We decided the ranger must have heard us. The shouting began again. But just as we were getting into our loudest voices, the light moved in very specific geometrical patterns, displaying to us a movement that defied all logical explanations. We were aghast. And soon realized (as the orb centered back to where it had been) that IF it had been a flashlight bulb, it'd be UP - not across the river from us. (remember the cliff edges?) So, we then went through a series of hypotheses....a drop of water on a leaf had captured a speck of moon light through the clouds....it was the eye of a cougar....and I can't remember what else. In time, my companion grew bored and decided to put his head inside his wool sweater to try to sleep, but I kept my eye on our mysterious third party. It performed ALL sorts of hijinks. It would bounce around the area like a b-ball, it'd turn (as if it was an eyeball) and come back front and center, it'd fly around into the nearby crags and crevices in the cliff, and more - but it'd always return to its original place.

[obmij]

At one point, the skies opened up and the rain came down - my companion groaned and the orb danced among the raindrops and flitted here and there. Then, it just up and flew away. It shot like a shooting star as a matter of fact right straight up and in the great beyond. I was silent. As if on queue, my friend enquired, "still there?" "It just left." And just as the lights turned off, they turned back on. We both quickly stood up and studied the gnarled mess of driftwood and rock that we'd been sitting on all night and began to make our way up the way we had come. Once we'd gotten well past the cliff line, the forest was navigable but rough. First we noticed the holed-out standing redwoods that we could have lodged in, had we known and then the inevitable fallen monster-trees that we couldn't go over, but rather had to go around. In time, we spotted a deer and it seemed to lead us straight back to our campsite and we packed up and got the hell out of there! At the time, I was working for Oregon Community outreach in Eugene and I asked a couple of the "hippy chicks" about the incident. I knew they camped a lot along the Ore. coast, etc,.... and her reply was simple and straightforward: "Yeh, that was an Indian spirit guide. Don't worry about it. They're all over the place around here. Once one led us back to camp when we got all turned around,...etc...

[obmij]

Months went by following this very intense experience and eventually my manager asked if I'd like to work the nightshift at the house. The house was a small two bedroom with a hot tub outside that was graciously donated by one of the client's family members. There were two occupants: John and Troy. I had been working with Troy for the past few months. He was diagnosed with autism, was handicapped on his left side, a mute and blind - Troy actually held down a P/T job at the post office, enjoyed listening to Michael Jackson and bubbling his troubles away in the hot tub most evenings. John was a pure Native American who had to wear a helmet most days to stop him from self abusing to the head. He honestly walked like an orangutan with both hands held high and spent nearly every waking moment in his room masturbating. He was also a mute and enjoyed the hot tub. At any rate, I was comfortable with both clients and after being informed that I was permitted to sleep "on the clock" after Troy's midnight bathroom trip, I readily took on the lonely shift. And things went like that for a few months. I'd bake, read, watch movies and sleep night after night, being sure to have Troy's lunch ready each morning, the paperwork complete and both gentleman's breakfast at the ready. Then one night, I was having trouble falling asleep....

[obmij]

I was 1/2 way between waking and sleeping when I heard whispers that were keeping me awake. I got up and shook my head around a few times and then nestled back onto the couch to try to sleep again, with no success. The whispers turned into regular speech and I heard something very strange. The members of the staff (of this house) were being discussed in great detail. "Mary seems to still be depressed. She just can't get over this divorce of hers." "I know what you mean, she hides it from the others pretty well, but....what about Stacy?" "Oh we don't have to worry about her. She's strong." My face started turning red....the hairs on my neck raised....I intoned <in my head> "What the hell is going on here!?" <silence> "Oh look, obmij is tuning in to us, this could be fun." "Yeh, 10 bucks says he admits himself into the hospital later.." And then here....in the here and now, Troy started his grumbling and non-verbal growls that meant he needed the bathroom. Feeling completely flustered and a little nauseous, I scrambled to my feet and opened his bedroom door. There he was looking as usual as ever....

[obmij]

I went to him and he took my hand as usual and stood up....in his pajamas and we both collectively walked out of his b/r and into the bathroom. When we got in there, I "said" in my strongest mind-voice: "Troy! If this is real, if this is what's really happening - do something now,...something I can see that you would never do." Without a second pause Troy pulled his pajama bottoms down, but not his underwear and sat on the toilet violently slapping his knee with his right hand and laughing with that very bizarre laugh only Troy can muster up. My face turned white. I excused myself and went outside. When I returned he was per normal. I helped him get cleaned up and sent him back to bed. The rest of the early morning hours were filled with Troy and John telepathically discussing their days, the staff, their families, worldly concerns and other topics. When 8 AM arrived and my replacement came in, I was spent...in so many ways. Without comment I went home and laid in bed only to discover I was still tuned in. My god these guys talked a lot! Troy was certainly commuting to work by now but on and on they talked. I got a little ticked off: "Guys! This is my home - time. I need sleep. Get the fuck out of my head!" And they did. Much later, after many hours of conversations and listening (during work hours) I brought up the phenomenon to the same hippy chick who brushed it off with: "I know, it gets annoying, doesn't it? They gab like a sewing circle. Just tell them to can it!"