Post by lildebcc on Jul 26, 2006 23:00:13 GMT -5
Have a story to tell about something that happened to me when CAIPRS went to Gettysburgh, PA last week. Have a few pictures to go along with the story too. The pictures may not look like much to begin with, but remember, during the Civil War this particular area (the Slaughter Pen) was a battleground on July 2, 1863. Confederate soldiers fought and died here trying to over take Union troops at an outcropping of boulders (Devil's Den) which is adjacent to this area. After the battle, the stream that runs through this area ran red with blood.
If you happen upon an orb in any of these pictures, please take into consideration that it was an overcast, humid day and we were in the woods and near water.
I had some powerful reactions to two areas of the slaughter pen. We were in the woods, walking through, taking pictures, and I veered off into an area that was crowded with some of the large boulders. I sat on one of the boulders and closed my eyes. After a minute or so, I opened my eyes and started to cry uncontrollably. I felt intense fear and panic, confusion and the want and need to hide; also felt like someone who was young – 18 or 20 maybe. I actually found myself stumbling around the rocks trying to figure out what to do, snapping pictures at the same time. When I stepped back out onto the path, I was still sobbing and my heart was racing. Everyone in the group made sure I was okay and we kept walking on. The further we got away from the area, the better I felt, and before I knew it all the feelings and emotions of that area were gone.
This is that area. Devil's Den is on the other side of the trees across a small road and up a hill. I don’t see any anomalies there. Anyone get any impressions?
Further down the stream we crossed to the other side of the bank. I went off the main path to a narrower path that went along the bank (it was to my right) and came up to the stone slab that you see in the next picture. I stood there and started shaking a little. I kept trying to walk over it, but could not get my feet to step on it; felt like there was something there in my way.
I finally jumped over it the best I could and went on. I came to an area right at the water’s edge with more huge boulders. This time, I kept looking into the water as I leaned against one of the boulders and started to cry uncontrollably again. The same intense feelings but different. This time along with the fear, there was a pleading for help, sorrow, desperation and overwhelming fear. I stood there and couldn’t move, felt almost paralyzed. The others caught up to me and Derek came over and got me to leave by telling me that I didn’t have to put myself through that again. If he didn’t say that, I would have probably stood there for a lot longer, it was that intense.
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There is something that I find interesting about a lot of the soil around the Gettysburg battlefields. The soil is made up of clay and most of the clay is red. This coloring ends up in the dust and rocks as well. It’s probably due to a high iron content in the clay. But you can’t help but think that it just might be something left over from the horrific battles that took place there.
>^o.o^<
If you happen upon an orb in any of these pictures, please take into consideration that it was an overcast, humid day and we were in the woods and near water.
I had some powerful reactions to two areas of the slaughter pen. We were in the woods, walking through, taking pictures, and I veered off into an area that was crowded with some of the large boulders. I sat on one of the boulders and closed my eyes. After a minute or so, I opened my eyes and started to cry uncontrollably. I felt intense fear and panic, confusion and the want and need to hide; also felt like someone who was young – 18 or 20 maybe. I actually found myself stumbling around the rocks trying to figure out what to do, snapping pictures at the same time. When I stepped back out onto the path, I was still sobbing and my heart was racing. Everyone in the group made sure I was okay and we kept walking on. The further we got away from the area, the better I felt, and before I knew it all the feelings and emotions of that area were gone.
This is that area. Devil's Den is on the other side of the trees across a small road and up a hill. I don’t see any anomalies there. Anyone get any impressions?
Further down the stream we crossed to the other side of the bank. I went off the main path to a narrower path that went along the bank (it was to my right) and came up to the stone slab that you see in the next picture. I stood there and started shaking a little. I kept trying to walk over it, but could not get my feet to step on it; felt like there was something there in my way.
I finally jumped over it the best I could and went on. I came to an area right at the water’s edge with more huge boulders. This time, I kept looking into the water as I leaned against one of the boulders and started to cry uncontrollably again. The same intense feelings but different. This time along with the fear, there was a pleading for help, sorrow, desperation and overwhelming fear. I stood there and couldn’t move, felt almost paralyzed. The others caught up to me and Derek came over and got me to leave by telling me that I didn’t have to put myself through that again. If he didn’t say that, I would have probably stood there for a lot longer, it was that intense.
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There is something that I find interesting about a lot of the soil around the Gettysburg battlefields. The soil is made up of clay and most of the clay is red. This coloring ends up in the dust and rocks as well. It’s probably due to a high iron content in the clay. But you can’t help but think that it just might be something left over from the horrific battles that took place there.
>^o.o^<
As I said in my other post, I'll be glad to put up some picures (no anolamies) if anyone wants to see them.