I had an interesting experience tonight. I hiked the roughly half mile out an old
wagon road that was part of the Oregon Trail
to a pioneer cemetery I have knowledge of.
The cemetery had a very peaceful feel to it, even with the entities that
were hanging out enjoying themselves.
Not ghosts, not trapped, the spirits are gone, but something of the
energy and joy and peace remains; the social feel.
The road in and out is another story. It was twilight – not quite dark – when I set
out. I don’t like to be there too late
incase people hid out there to do drugs, etc.
It’s the living that scare me, not the dead! It was dark when I left the cemetery and
started on my way back.
Just before the halfway point on the road – it’s really more
of a trail – someone tugged at my pant leg, and then just further I got heavy
duty chills and my skin started to crawl.
I stopped a bit to see what was going on. Then I continued to walk as I talked to the
entities there. It was a crowd of Native
Americans.
Local historians claim tens of thousands of Native Americans
may have died from diseases that preceded the pioneers to the area. There was also some very intense tribal
warfare in the area long before the settlers arrived, decimating the
tribes. And, before and after the
settlers came, there were murders and double dealing. All this activity
happened in the location I was passing through.
I did ask them what they wanted. They want their stories told. They want the truth about their lives and
suffering made known. Some want a
“cleansed” version of the truth that covers up much of the native on native
violence and dishonesty, while others want the whole story told.
I think that part of what we can do to honor the beings in
these places is to work towards getting the truth out about them and what
happened. That involves historians. I know what I was shown by the entities, and
I know what the local historians say, but I haven’t seen the documentation – if
any exists. So, what I can do is
encourage the research and the inclusion of that research in the museums of the
area.
I am deliberately vague in this piece about the location,
because the cemetery itself has been fenced off, has razor wire and looks like
it’s got the fortification of a military encampment because of thrill seekers
and vandalism. So, I can tell the
general story here, and remember that when giving my tours, to make sure I tell
the hidden history that the City might not want reveled. This is something we can all do wherever we
live – tell the stories of those that went before us, and still protect the
sites that need protecting.