Living among the spirits of one’s ancestors
Amana, the Spiral Goddess was worshiped here!
Life has turned a whole lot of the better . . . the water here does not smell like a dead animal and all surfaces of house are not covered with rat urine and feces. It is surrealistic feeling digging through furniture and personal belongings that I have not seen since December 24, 2009. My world as I knew it suddenly stopped at 8:24 AM on December 21, 2009, when two deputies showed up unexpectedly with an eviction notice that said that I had to be out of the house by 6:00 PM Christmas Eve. I showed them a letter from Fannie Mae, dated December 12, 2009, which set the closing date for a mitigation loan on January 12, 2010. It was not their concern, they said. One of the stranger things I did in the panic to pack and remove all belongings from the house in three days was to put a bag of Idaho Red Potatoes in a cabinet I used for storing drafting equipment. Eight years and five months later, the potatoes had turned to brown dust.
Unfortunately, my herd dog pups think that any plastic bag labeled with “Home Depot” or “Ace Hardware” contains toys that Daddy has brought home for them to play with. LOL I am still extremely busy moving in, plus installing bathroom accessories and shelving to hold my long unseen belongings. There is an intermittent parade of construction specialists coming in to bring various aspects of the house up to code, repair water damage or remove dying pine trees. The sparsity of POOF articles and Youtube videos will continue until I get more settled. However, I thought you would be interested in one of my immediate surprises. I am sitting on an ancient worship and burial site!
Mama Ruby always said that our ancestral mother towns were in Savannah and the Nacoochee Valley. Papa Obie and Mama Ruby intentionally went to Tallulah Falls and the Nacoochee Valley on their honeymoon, because they were considered Creek sacred places. I was not sure how that fact would manifest itself, but has turned out to be a good thing.
Even before moving in, I heard hints from locals that either the site was haunted or that an Earth Mother (aka “white witch”) formerly lived here. That was one of the reasons that the house remained on the market for a long time. Indeed, I have found several decals on windows, wall paintings in closets, field stone arrangements or carvings on exposed wood, which are symbols of the Spiral Goddess, Amana . . . more commonly called Gaia by contemporary New Age occultists. The artists unknowingly re-created the sacred symbols of the Bronze Age peoples, who settled in this valley over 3,000 years ago. Most here are commonly found on the Atlantic Coasts of Iberia and France and are believed to have been associated with Atlantis, whatever and wherever Atlantis was.
The previous occupants were apparently trying to keep “evil spirits” from coming in the house. They are not evil spirits. They are the souls of my ancestors. The spiral window decals are all on the side of the house nearest an ancient burial mound about 125 southwest of the house. It sits on an artificial U-shaped terrace facing the Winter Solstice Sunset. I have also found remnants of ancient stone walls for ceremonial or agricultural terraces.
My dogs immediately spotted the burial mound as soon as they arrived permanently. They went straight to the mound and began sniffing it. The young pups go there several times a day to play. Herd dogs from the British Isles have the uncanny ability to see ghosts. I have often used my dogs to find previously unknown Native American village and mound sites. They will play with Native American Spirit Children and Animals, but also growl ferociously at malevolent spirits, which at least I can’t see. They also can sense when humans are demonically possessed.
The Nacoochee Stela (aka rune stone) was found along the old Unicoi Turnpike at the bottom of the mountain slope, where this house is located. To the west at the crest of Alec Mountain is the Alec Mountain Stone Circle. “Alek” is the pre-Germanic Scandinavian word for “medicine.” It is now the root of the modern Swedish word for a medical doctor. The Alekmani (Medicine People in Archaic Swedish and Danish) were a tribe in Georgia, mentioned by Captain René de Laudonnière, Commander of Fort Caroline, in his memoirs.
I didn’t believe in ghosts until 1987, when I purchased a 250 year old Shenandoah Valley farm that had been the site of two Woodland Period Native villages, a Confederate hospital, the third largest cavalry battle of the Civil War and then a Union hospital. Three years after returning to Georgia, I happened to look up the Civil War records of one of my gg-grandfathers. It turns out that he had been captured, while on picket duty at the entrance to my Virginia farm’s driveway on November 8, 1864. You go figure!
In several rooms in the house were blood stains in the shape of Civil War soldiers. While digging a trench for the underground power, we encountered several skeletons of Civil War soldiers. The only manifestation of ghosts that I could see were ribbons of light that would zip across the pastures at night about 5-6 feet above the ground. However, my herd dogs could see them all. Their favorite was a young girl, who they played with frequently. On a couple of occasions, I heard her voice at night, but couldn’t ever see her, like the dogs could. Both at our house and a neighbor’s house also built in the 1700s, the girl ghost would sometimes be heard downstairs at night, sweeping the floor. There would be a pile of dust and debris in the kitchen the following morning.
Grandfather and Grandmother Spirits
There are numerous horror stories from non-Indigenous people, who built a house on top of a burial mound or even camped on top of a mound. People with substantial Native American ancestry typically do not have such negative experiences in similar situations. If I get any sensation, it is the same feeling that one gets attending a family reunion.
There seems to be several types of Native American Grandparent Spirits. One type functions as a Guardian Angel for a specific individual. Another type stands guard over a household or village. In Creek tradition, an especially righteous person at death was given the option by the Master of Life for remaining in their community and taking the form of an owl, which warned the village when enemies or predators were approaching. A third type could best be described as “spiritual warriors.” They are the souls of especially righteous warriors, who either fight against spiritual armies that serve the Horned Serpent or else swarm over evil people like Yellow Jackets, whose nest has been disturbed. A fourth type of Grandparent Spirit is part of a spirit community that remained at a village or town site after the occupants died and the village was abandoned. Their characteristics are a mixture of the previous three described.
Just judging from the dogs’ behavior, my guess is that the fourth type of Grandparent Spirits are occupying this mountainside. They seem to be growing in number as word gets out that there is a descendant back in town.
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