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06-18-2016, 11:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2016, 02:39 AM by ThePaladin.)
I was called by the mountain spirits and have several personal mountains. Shasta is one of them.
Not long after we moved into the house we built, I went hiking in the nature area that backed up to our property. Very dense brush that both lined and filled a dry creek bed, I followed the trail until it was time to branch off to hike back up to our house. I hiked and hiked and didn't see our house. While the brush was dense, our house should have been visible. I stopped to get my bearings and realized everything was silent. While we lived in the country, a highway ran less than a mile from our house and during the day we had traffic noise. Now there was nothing. Not only was there no traffic noise, there was no bird song, which had been fairly constant, and the breeze had died down completely. It was silent. That struck me as odd but I was tired, out of water, hot, and wanted to get back to the house.
Suddenly, smack in front of me, was a Native American man dressed in a plaid shirt with snap fasteners, jeans, boots, and his grayed hair braided. He ordered me to stop IMMEDIATELY. I was so surprised to see him because he just appeared in front of me that I slammed to a halt. He told me I had gone through a portal of time and each step I took was taking me farther into the past. If I continued, I would go too far to return to my time and I would be trapped in the past. Okay, that kind of freaked me out but he reassured me that was why he was there, to help me get home where I belonged. He pointed behind me and told me to follow "him" and he would see to it I got back on the right path. I turned around and there was a young NA man standing about 30 ft away. He beckoned me towards him. The first man told me to follow the trail exactly, to not stray off the trail or I might take another unexpected detour, one where I might not be found right away. I assured him I had no intention of straying off any trail at this point and thanked him for his help. He disappeared as I turned to join the young man. He led me along a deer track, never speaking but making sure I was right behind him, for about 20 yards, then turned, nodded at me, and disappeared. I looked up and there was our house, about 50 feet away.
For a few years after that, I was told not to go hiking in the area alone because I didn't know how to recognize a portal's energy and could easily walk through one again without realizing it since there were so many active portals in that area. As long as I had someone with me, usually the spouse, I was anchored in this time and there was no fear I would get lost again.
Now I recognize portal energy. While I've entertained the notion of where I might end up if I walked into a portal, I'm not stupid enough to actually do it. I've also been told that if I have to be rescued again, "people" won't be very happy with me. Yeah, I get into enough trouble unintentionally that I don't need to go looking for trouble on purpose.
Not long after we moved into the house we built, I went hiking in the nature area that backed up to our property. Very dense brush that both lined and filled a dry creek bed, I followed the trail until it was time to branch off to hike back up to our house. I hiked and hiked and didn't see our house. While the brush was dense, our house should have been visible. I stopped to get my bearings and realized everything was silent. While we lived in the country, a highway ran less than a mile from our house and during the day we had traffic noise. Now there was nothing. Not only was there no traffic noise, there was no bird song, which had been fairly constant, and the breeze had died down completely. It was silent. That struck me as odd but I was tired, out of water, hot, and wanted to get back to the house.
Suddenly, smack in front of me, was a Native American man dressed in a plaid shirt with snap fasteners, jeans, boots, and his grayed hair braided. He ordered me to stop IMMEDIATELY. I was so surprised to see him because he just appeared in front of me that I slammed to a halt. He told me I had gone through a portal of time and each step I took was taking me farther into the past. If I continued, I would go too far to return to my time and I would be trapped in the past. Okay, that kind of freaked me out but he reassured me that was why he was there, to help me get home where I belonged. He pointed behind me and told me to follow "him" and he would see to it I got back on the right path. I turned around and there was a young NA man standing about 30 ft away. He beckoned me towards him. The first man told me to follow the trail exactly, to not stray off the trail or I might take another unexpected detour, one where I might not be found right away. I assured him I had no intention of straying off any trail at this point and thanked him for his help. He disappeared as I turned to join the young man. He led me along a deer track, never speaking but making sure I was right behind him, for about 20 yards, then turned, nodded at me, and disappeared. I looked up and there was our house, about 50 feet away.
For a few years after that, I was told not to go hiking in the area alone because I didn't know how to recognize a portal's energy and could easily walk through one again without realizing it since there were so many active portals in that area. As long as I had someone with me, usually the spouse, I was anchored in this time and there was no fear I would get lost again.
Now I recognize portal energy. While I've entertained the notion of where I might end up if I walked into a portal, I'm not stupid enough to actually do it. I've also been told that if I have to be rescued again, "people" won't be very happy with me. Yeah, I get into enough trouble unintentionally that I don't need to go looking for trouble on purpose.