Post by aneaglesangel on Dec 5, 2007 12:52:37 GMT -5
We all know how the New Bedford area rests on the edge of the infamous Bridgewater Triangle. There’s some pretty creepy stories about monsters and ghosts around here. Pukwudgies roam the lands, and Native American spirits dwell. By now many of us know of King Philip’s War. But it wasn’t Metacomet’s choice to have war with the whites. He like his father before him, Massasoit, wanted peace. After his brother, Wamsutta’s, or Alexander as he was named by the British, death, Metacomet was forced to take over the family tradition of being sachem. They say he still returns to Profile Rock and asks his father for guidance through the tough times the war brought to him. The echoes of that time still ring around here, and not just at Profile Rock, or the State Forest.
This area is still blighted by the actions of that war, and you see it more clearly laid out in Christopher Balzano’s Dark Woods. In his story, you read about something that I’d heard about, but hadn’t read the names of the accused in any of the accounts that I’d read as of yet. I’d heard that the murder of a “Praying Indian” John Sassamon caused the execution of three Wampanoags. One of them was named Tobias, and he was the right-hand man of none other than Metacomet himself. Shortly after these executions, the war itself began. And it was one dirty war, with both sides committing horrible atrocities. Poor Tobias, seems to be lost in the midst of the events that were set in motion around the time of his death. But does he still live on in this very area, haunting the spots that he used to hunt, live, love and die for?
Does he frequent a home in Dartmouth, on the edge of Copicut, and the Freetown State Forest? Do his fallen comrades also frequent these places that were sacred to them, that was once their land, unencumbered by the hand of white man? Are these just residual spirits locked into the bedrock lying beneath our feet? Are some of them aware and lost with the passage of time and the weight that bears down their souls? I think a little of both. I think Christopher Balzano’s book shows this area in the sort of light I’ve been trying to explain and understand for years. There is something here. Something that helps these things to be and to occur on a regular basis. And also something that helps to generate an energy and power that can not only be felt by those of the spirit, but by living mortals also.
Many of the hauntings that occur in this area, I believe to be residual in nature, just a memory, a feeling, an event locked into the conditions that exist here on any given day. And they wait, for that one thing that sets them off, a person, a natural event, to make them play out, oblivious of our knowledge or witness to them. A full color dvd play-back of an event that happened long ago, or sometimes, even more recently. But either way, still locked into the fabric of time itself, somehow. A mystery for some, a life changing event for others. But still a phenomena documented over and over in this area. On the edge of the Triangle, the border of the Twilight Zone, it’s not so unusual.
Then we have those that seem to be aware. And I think Tobias, that poor lost soul, probably tortured before he was executed, is one of them. I wonder, is it written if they mounted his head on a pike, to hang for 20 years, as they did with Anawan’s and Metacomet’s heads? I can’t say, it’s hard to find evidence of Tobias in any accounts I’ve read. But I will continue my search for him. Both in the books, and in the world. For I think I may have met him, and I hope to offer him my friendship, to be his keetompoag. (Keetompoag is Wampanoag for “friend/kinsman.”) I’d like to sit and offer him my ear, some tobacco and my digital recording devices. For when I found a strange place on the edge of the Forest, did I stumble upon this lost and not largely known Indian? Does he still walk along those long forgotten Indian trails? I’d like to offer him some words of Wampanoag, and am working on making a translation from English to Wampanoag. I hope, since I believe he is an intelligent haunting that he will be honored by my respect towards him and he will speak.
In an earlier investigation at this home nestled in the woods, I recorded quite a few evp’s. At one point I asked them to name themselves. I got Brian, and Adam, Tadeeka and Tobias among others. The one that remained a mystery, so to speak, was Tobias. For you see, I had thought Tobias to be the name of a white man. But on further investigation of the area, could not find one Tobias, of white decent, who lived or died in the area surrounding the home. But it tickled at the back of my mind, who was this Tobias, his name was so clear?
The only thing I can say, is that I will work on this. I would like to discover if “my Tobias” is this brave and greatly wrong done warrior of the past. If maybe someday he’ll allow me to see him in full bodied apparition form, still holding his head high and proud? And will he call me keetompoag? I don’t know for sure if I’ll ever be able to gain evidence that this is truly him, I can only hope to gain that. But one thing that I do hope and wish is that if I can identify him, can I also maybe help his spirit to be free? To join the mighty eagles and soar off to meet the Great Warrior of the sky?
The following are what I believe to be Wampanoag electronic voice phenomena recorded at first, the house in Dartmouth where the voice of what I believe to be Tobias was recorded, and secondly, at Anawan Rock in Rehoboth, of drums, and what I believe to be a Native American calling my partner and I “keetompoag”. (Now that I know a little bit more about the Wampanoag language, I have to say an aware spirit was giving us the proper term in the language's usage.)
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Click here to watch anawan4-28
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This area is still blighted by the actions of that war, and you see it more clearly laid out in Christopher Balzano’s Dark Woods. In his story, you read about something that I’d heard about, but hadn’t read the names of the accused in any of the accounts that I’d read as of yet. I’d heard that the murder of a “Praying Indian” John Sassamon caused the execution of three Wampanoags. One of them was named Tobias, and he was the right-hand man of none other than Metacomet himself. Shortly after these executions, the war itself began. And it was one dirty war, with both sides committing horrible atrocities. Poor Tobias, seems to be lost in the midst of the events that were set in motion around the time of his death. But does he still live on in this very area, haunting the spots that he used to hunt, live, love and die for?
Does he frequent a home in Dartmouth, on the edge of Copicut, and the Freetown State Forest? Do his fallen comrades also frequent these places that were sacred to them, that was once their land, unencumbered by the hand of white man? Are these just residual spirits locked into the bedrock lying beneath our feet? Are some of them aware and lost with the passage of time and the weight that bears down their souls? I think a little of both. I think Christopher Balzano’s book shows this area in the sort of light I’ve been trying to explain and understand for years. There is something here. Something that helps these things to be and to occur on a regular basis. And also something that helps to generate an energy and power that can not only be felt by those of the spirit, but by living mortals also.
Many of the hauntings that occur in this area, I believe to be residual in nature, just a memory, a feeling, an event locked into the conditions that exist here on any given day. And they wait, for that one thing that sets them off, a person, a natural event, to make them play out, oblivious of our knowledge or witness to them. A full color dvd play-back of an event that happened long ago, or sometimes, even more recently. But either way, still locked into the fabric of time itself, somehow. A mystery for some, a life changing event for others. But still a phenomena documented over and over in this area. On the edge of the Triangle, the border of the Twilight Zone, it’s not so unusual.
Then we have those that seem to be aware. And I think Tobias, that poor lost soul, probably tortured before he was executed, is one of them. I wonder, is it written if they mounted his head on a pike, to hang for 20 years, as they did with Anawan’s and Metacomet’s heads? I can’t say, it’s hard to find evidence of Tobias in any accounts I’ve read. But I will continue my search for him. Both in the books, and in the world. For I think I may have met him, and I hope to offer him my friendship, to be his keetompoag. (Keetompoag is Wampanoag for “friend/kinsman.”) I’d like to sit and offer him my ear, some tobacco and my digital recording devices. For when I found a strange place on the edge of the Forest, did I stumble upon this lost and not largely known Indian? Does he still walk along those long forgotten Indian trails? I’d like to offer him some words of Wampanoag, and am working on making a translation from English to Wampanoag. I hope, since I believe he is an intelligent haunting that he will be honored by my respect towards him and he will speak.
In an earlier investigation at this home nestled in the woods, I recorded quite a few evp’s. At one point I asked them to name themselves. I got Brian, and Adam, Tadeeka and Tobias among others. The one that remained a mystery, so to speak, was Tobias. For you see, I had thought Tobias to be the name of a white man. But on further investigation of the area, could not find one Tobias, of white decent, who lived or died in the area surrounding the home. But it tickled at the back of my mind, who was this Tobias, his name was so clear?
The only thing I can say, is that I will work on this. I would like to discover if “my Tobias” is this brave and greatly wrong done warrior of the past. If maybe someday he’ll allow me to see him in full bodied apparition form, still holding his head high and proud? And will he call me keetompoag? I don’t know for sure if I’ll ever be able to gain evidence that this is truly him, I can only hope to gain that. But one thing that I do hope and wish is that if I can identify him, can I also maybe help his spirit to be free? To join the mighty eagles and soar off to meet the Great Warrior of the sky?
The following are what I believe to be Wampanoag electronic voice phenomena recorded at first, the house in Dartmouth where the voice of what I believe to be Tobias was recorded, and secondly, at Anawan Rock in Rehoboth, of drums, and what I believe to be a Native American calling my partner and I “keetompoag”. (Now that I know a little bit more about the Wampanoag language, I have to say an aware spirit was giving us the proper term in the language's usage.)
Click here to watch number18-96
Click here to watch anawan4-28
Click here to watch anawan8-99