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Edited on Mon Jun-05-06 02:01 PM by BlueIris
for a long time I was sure that this was the explanation for what this negative energy "is." I live in the middle of the woods, on top of a big hill, in the Western Oregon Willamette Valley, which some here may know was the site of some of the worst genocide the indigenous peoples of the Americas suffered after colonization. The story of the way in which the Santiam and Yoncalla Indians were wiped out from this region is very, very sad. I've also found out that most of the land surrounding the hill on which this house was built was "probably" Yoncalla sacred space and yes, may have been used to bury deceased tribal members. You'd think the pro-environmental respect the builder of this house (an actual architect and engineer) took to construct this domicile, which is clearly built "with" the land, might have bought us some sympathy, but--well, you would be wrong of course. It's still a colonist's house on top of what may have been a burial ground.
However, over time, other things have happened that have convinced me that either a) Native American energy is not the only angry presence here, or b) I was wrong about it being a Native spirit (or spirits) to begin with. Let's just say, well, without going into melodramatic detail--protective primitive Christian talismans from approximately the 2nd century A.D. seriously freak it out, and it really doesn't like holy water. At all. So much that I've just stopped using holy water outside of my own room, because that makes it extremely...antsy. It has also made itself known through phantom burning smells, often garlic or onions, and the occasional funny mark or scratch on the wall. And it seems to irritate the ever-living-whatever out of my roommates, both of whom are (struggling) recovering alcoholics--as was, we're told, the architect who constructed this house.
Still, that's an excellent hypothesis, that sage "speaks" to something here because that something is--or was--an Indian. I just...there's another something that lives here that is really not a wonderful fourth (or fifth?) roommate. Someday, when the roommates aren't around, if I get time during the remainder of my time living here, I'd love to bring a medium in and see what he or she has to say. Researching the history of this house and property has only gotten me so far.
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