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Post by randy on Mar 17, 2012 11:35:21 GMT -6
As a kid my parents took me to the custer battlefield. While there I noted one soldier listed as buried there had a name close to my own. As an experiment I tried to mentally contact him by repeating "Rally the 7th" at the grave site. Nothing happened. Walking over the battlefield I started to feel horses around me but none were there. Also a noise like some one building a barn as in hollow hammring was present. Well I figured that there was a horse barn there but I did not see one. I started to look around for the barn to explain things. Following the noise I left the path I was on and went down a gully. the feeling of horses was strong as also fear begain to take hold of me. Finally I stopped as the fear combined with the feeling of horses and a new noise like ocean waves mixed with the hammering. That was enough I felt that had I continued I would have a first had view of the battle. I stopped running at the top of the hill and saw my sister walking the path I had been on. She stopped looked around and then started running at the spot were I had felt horses around me. Years later she told me that at spot she felt horses and could hear shooting and screaming of people around her. The place is haunted for those who can feel such things beyond doubt.
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Post by casper on Apr 6, 2012 20:12:48 GMT -6
That's a really cool story randy. I saw some ghosts on horses riding across my farm one night a long time ago. they looked like civil war ghosts. I hope they come back. I would like to go to custer's battlefield someday.
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Post by randy on Jul 11, 2012 0:19:48 GMT -6
the problem with what I and my sister experienced at the Custer battle field is that as I walked down the gully the feeling of fear was growing to the point that I would actually be part of the battle. Curiosity would say go look but who knows if I would end up participating in it unarmed. Was there a time portal there who knows? My sister had an interesting experience in Norway when visiting a centuries old church there. Sitting on a bench she atarted talking to a small boy in period costume sitting on the bench also. he smiled but did not say anything to her. As she talked she noted that people were looking at her oddly. Then she realizes that they could not see the small boy next to her. the boy was still smiling when she left. her husband speaks Norwegian but she does not so she could only talk to the boy in english.
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