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"Another Halloween Tale, Or A True Story?" (by Joe DiMino)I commented to a friend: beautiful ring, Karen; your
fascination with mythology and religious symbols may come from
a past life if it is something you are not able to explain. Of
course, one has to believe in that sort of thing, as I do, to
come up with such a connection. But that's me. It is a lovely
and mysterious item. Sharing your interest, I also possess some
religious trophies collected over the years, finding such ancient
icons greatly intriguing. Our house has an extension, a backroom
large enough that my wife and I use it for both storage and a
Recreation/TV-room (though we watch the idiot box with much less
frequency now days). Some time ago, thank goodness I am fine now,
but for awhile my back had been bothering me, and for no medical
reason I could fathom the couch in the recreation-room was the
only place I could lie down, pain free, and rest. But almost immediately
upon dozing I started having vivid dreams. It got so, no sooner
had I fallen asleep quite predictably a strange, eerily haunting,
voice would start talking to me. At first I would be startled
awake quickly, frightened, sensing that this was all too real
and bizarre-like no dream I had ever experienced before; but then,
as I gained in nerve, refusing to feel like a child in the dark,
I began to have longer conversations with the entity, less and
less fearful and more and more inquisitive as to who owned the
voice and why it was talking to me, by then convinced it was a
spirit. One night, after tormenting me for weeks (for the topics
discussed and voice itself were indeed chilling), I directly commanded
the spirit to identify itself--at which time he informed me that
he was an Indian medicine man of an ancient tribe. The next morning
I spoke to my wife of the incident, at which time she remembered
having stashed away in a corner of the room in a draw long forgotten
and never opened some authentic items her uncle (an old pioneer
that knew the artist Remington) had left her--American Indian
items, perhaps 150 to 200 years old, once owned by a medicine
man, items that most likely had been used in many a religious
ceremony. We removed the items from the room and the dreams stopped.
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