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Preserving my experiences with the SUPERNATURAL
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Many people will brush off the idea of a huanting And though my family does not have solid physical proof you can see we do have irrefutable coincidences From chairs that move around our property to lights turning on by themelves and even vivid dreams described by multiple family members WHEN WE WERE CHILDEREN MY BROTHER TOLD ME HE HAD SEEN A MAN WITH A COW HEAD WALKING AROUND THE CORN FEILD AFTER ALL THE DREAMS I VE HAD AND AFTER ALL THE COINCIDENCES HE HAD CONVINCED ME IN THAT MOMENT THAT OUR FARM WAS TRULY HAUNTED EVEN THOUGH WE HAD NO PROOF
My dream began with me trapped in my family s old hay barn while the dead wandered around our property I ve had many experiences with the supernatural But my dreams are what huant me the most Most of them are almost impossible to describe with words For example the summer after I graduated high school I had a vivid dream where dead people and animals were waiting at the tree line behind my house To this day I can not explain what they were waiting for A tribe of natives came up on thier horses looking very angry The Cheif got off his horse and approached the gate that was keeping me locked in The Chief began shouting in a native language that I did not understand I started crying I shouted that I was stuck in the barn and I couldn t understand what he was saying The Chief furrowed his brows realizing my distress and became concerned He then ushered a young man to approach me The young man was able to translate explaining that I was not allowed to be on the land and asked how I got there I told him that this was my home and that I was not an enemy I also explained to him that I was part Chippewa on my mother s side That seemed to put the tribe members at ease and The Chief whispered something in the young man s ear The young man told me that I wouldn t be able to return to my house unless they escorted me on horseback I remember then sighing with relief and climbing up onto the horse
Once home an old man appeared in my house soaking wet and wearing a Civil War Union uniform The man looked blue and gray I asked him what was wrong but he just stared at me I asked him if he was cold and he nodded I ushered him to sit down and I quickly went to search for a blanket for his shivering body He seemed gratefully to sit down But before I could find a blanket for the poor old man I woke up The dream was over and I was left shivering myself in a cold sweat as an early June sun streamed into my bedroom
Towards the end of the summer of 2020 I spent the better part of late August distressed I kept getting images of my Great Grandfather John Wikaryasz and the hard life he and his family lived generations ago I was also convinced that his soul was stuck on my farm unable to come to terms with his death and the mistakes he made in life Being polish immigrants I could only imagine the hardships my family faced and the crippling uncertainty For weeks I was wrought with my own anxiety while considering the anxiety John must have felt all those years ago It is common knowledge in my family that John was a hard man who drank a lot He was controlling and was distanced from his family At some points in his life he was oblivious to when his wife was pregnant or even when she gave birth My Great Grandmother Mary gave birth 22 times Another time six months had passed before John realized his wife had given birth to twins But when he was in his early forties he was gored by a bull and then died three days later from infection There is always a possibilty that these dreams are just dreams And nothing else But I never got to meet my Dziadzia I hold out hope that these vivid dreams I have of him are an extension of his soul And when I eat pumpkin pie drink my coffee or wear red flannel I think of him These seemingly mundane unrelated things are often what give me comfort and remind me of unconditional love in my most darkest days In a dream during August of 2020 a faceless woman came to me She brought me to talk to a strange man dressed in black He was tearing the skin of his face and his skull was turning to ash She explained to me that the man was very sick She told me he drank a lot and was mean She said that was why his soul was damaged I woke up then and I ve never seen the man in my dreams again I also instantly felt a wieght lifted that I had been carrying for weeks In my heart I d like to believe that acknowledging that man s presence helped his soul move on I often think about this dream and wonder if it had my Great Grandfather who was finally able to connect with someone to express the shame and guilt he had carried into death Often with these things I can only speculate But deep down I know these things are not coincidences or merely nothing as others would like to tell me Though it is difficult to describe the nuances of these experiences they have shaped both my spiritual beliefs and my connection with my family
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