My absence

Over the past week I have been battling a illness, my sinus have been giving me a hard time. The weather has decided it is no long winter, and that spring should be here. So along with spring comes my allergies to pollen. Anyways, this isn’t what the blog is about today so let’s get it to it.

On Sunday, before I got sick my husband, dog and I went to the state forest to get away for a few hours. The thing I love the most about the forest besides all the tress is when my phone says no service. It’s a kind of liberating feeling to just be for a few hours, with no distractions.

We were walking on a trial right off the road, when we stumbled along an old P.O.W. Camp that had once been there. So we started to walk around the camp. It was fascinating to see all the buildings they had built, the aqueducts they had built to supply water to the camp, and overall just how large the camp was. The first side of the camp we encountered was not “bad” or giving off any negative energies that I could feel. It’s hard to say what these buildings were since only the foundations remain. As we kept walking I felt compelled to walk a certain direction, so I follow it and let it guide me. We ended up in a part of the camp that I did not like at all. As we were walking, I told my husband that I felt different, I felt anxiety and a heavy sadness. He then told me that I was in a building, which I hadn’t noticed. I kept waking, down this trail where there seemed to be nothing, but I knew something was at the end of it. As I walked down this trail, I began to feel like a officer in the military. I had on a green coat, it was long, down to my mid calf, I had a green hat with golden metals or some sort of engraving on the front. I had brown boots, tall brown boots. I had brown hair, and a brown mustache, I had brown gloves in my hand. As I walked I looked down at the ground, I knew what had to be done but I felt remorse and guilt for it. Then I came to the end of the path, there was the remains of a building. I hated this building, I believe some very horrific things happened in this place. It was a prime location for it, a mile away from any of the other buildings in the camp. Surrounded by nothing, no one to hear your screams. I quickly left this location, and walked back down the path as I did so this time, I felt as if two men were carrying me, one under each of my arms. I felt like I was bloody, beaten and almost on the edge of death. I quickly release what was not mine, and told the spirits they could not come home with they. That they must remain where they are meant to be.

As we walked away further and further from this location, we came to the entrance of the camp, were to the right a building used to be. I walked into the building, it felt like an administrative building, where people would be admitted into the camp. Behind where the building used to be was a ton oak trees, one of these trees called out to me so I walked over to it. I touched the tree, said “hello” and asked to exchange energy with him. I say him because oak trees are more masculine to me than other trees. He gave me his energy, and it began to ground me. I lost track of him, getting lost in how amazing this energy felt. I came back to reality and thanked the tree for what he had given me, and removed my hand. I felt high, and grounded; I could feel the bottoms of my feet connected deeply within our great mother. It was amazing to be that in a place riddled with darkness, that there would be a tree that was beautiful and light; that was never affected by this darkness. I have made a tree friend, and I will be visiting him again.

If you have never made a tree friend, I would suggest you try sometime. Trees hold much wisdom and knowledge. Humans could learn a lot from trees, they stand strong and firm where they are, they show us death is beautiful, and how important it is to have roots.

Next time I go, I will try to remember to bring my camera so I can take pictures for everyone to see.

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