Idaho (and now PA) Opinion Pieces, Letters of Public Interest and other aimful musings.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
A startling surprise at
the relaxing Cottage Inn
I took a
short retreat at a relaxing Country Inn at the far edge of a sleepy Idaho town.
I was looking for a place to calm my frazzled nerves, do some light reading,
and engage in some healthy conversations with folks I had not yet met.
*
Everything
was flowing peacefully well above the steep Canyon the first two days, however;
through some observations, I sensed that this crossroad sometimes attracted
chaos and mayhem.
*
*
There were
three nights where it became especially noisy. The first was after midnight, and
involved a weary traveler who was obviously going through a challenging time.
He yelled viciously at the top of his aqua-lungs with a supernatural energy,
even going so far as to chant strange languages, including Ancient Greek and
Cherokee. This wild man of the Borneo dragged the facilitators up and down the
hall, waking every living soul with a fright from their bed. Even the mice dashed
back into their holes, though they had barely started nibbling at the cheese
bar.
*
Seven burly
Peace Officers were summoned in to quash the pandemonium. But even after they
held him down with all their mighty strength, and gave him a strong tranquilizer
shot, the officers still were having trouble subduing the untamed man. This
went on for hours.
*
I glanced
out from my humble room and saw that not only were the long row of house guests visibly
upset, but so were many of the facilitators. One of the leaders came into my
room and we helped each other chill, all the while to the background cacophony
of a one man band making the unsettling noise of ten.
*
A week later I realized
that while this troubled soul was exorcising some of his personal demons, I was
reflecting on some of my own, and trying hard to become a better man, although
in a quieter manner. You could even say that the uninhibited stranger was
speaking for me in some way.
~
The next
morning the managers of the house held a short debriefing for the forced
insomniacs. The leaders declared that the matters of the previous night should
not concern us, as it had nothing to do with any of us. However, intense
Twilight-ish Zone episodes like these do concern me, and I have written at
great length about such things before, regarding the dispossessed and the poor
homeless. On top of that, I suppose that I had recently grown accustomed to
drifting off to sleep with some light peaceful music in the late evenings and
not a madman ranting and raving and stomping around for hours. It was a nice
reality check and makes me appreciate the comfortable part of my life that I am
privileged to have and have worked hard to retain.
~
There is
more to this story regarding further interruptions at the Country Inn; However,
glancing forward at my notes they pale in comparison to the meat of the story
above, so I will stop here for now.
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
The Ancient Crypts of Woodbridge, Virgina
Read this, this morning and it reminded me of this:
Halloween is around the corner, Reddit, what is the most "paranormal" thing you have ever experienced? : AskReddit
I had a strange story myself that I had forgotten about. Back when I was a late teenager, a bunch of us would go down to an area where there were some old crypts. Very interesting stone formations. Not that large, but you could actually enter inside and explore around (best to bring a good flashlight) Anyhow, word spread around our high school and soon small groups of folks would take the short travel down there for an evening of funsville, as we called it; bringing along some cheap malt duck alcohol, etc. Anyhow, I probably went down two or three times with a handful of friends, and the odd thing was that the last time I went down into the cave (couldn't quite tell how far it went back in), right as I was leaving, my brother was coming into the grave-crypt, with some of his boisterous friends. The reason that this story resonates now is because both my brother and I have both been experiencing some health challenges recently, and it got bad enough for a while that I thought we both might enter the ancient crypt again at the same time.
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