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originally posted by: Brotherman
Very interesting at the least I think DP has an interesting thing going and the topic is very broad. I do not know about faeries and all that but still very interesting thank you for sharing this bro!!!
originally posted by: sled735
Thank you for this awesome thread!
I love reading all these stories because this is in my "neck of the woods"!!
The Appalachian/Smoky/Blue Ridge Mountains are all VERY close and familiar to me. I can see how strange beings could hide there.
originally posted by: CallmeRaskolnikov
wow, awesome thread OP. I grew up on Long Island in New York. Spent a lot of time in the woods growing up there. And as I got older I enjoyed many a hike and mountain climb up and down the east coast. I love the woods and just being out in the wilderness. I know in one of my past lives that I lived in the wilds with only a couple of wolves as company. Living off the land and watching for poachers. So as you may imagine I'm a huge fan of David Paulide's work. His Missing 411 books have changed the way I view our national parks. I've also read up on a lot of Fairy mythology and it's SO interesting to me.
You're posts are very informative and they really strike a chord with me. I never thought to view the Missing 411 books in terms of celtic mythology but, I really think you're on the right track. Some of these people like you said are being taken by entities against the persons will while others are actually being INVITED like you said. People have gone off the whole other parallel landscapes. Stayed in places, eaten with people who look exactly like their relatives. Others have experienced grand festivities and come back while other have vanished completely or we have only found some of their bones stripped clean in the woods.
There is a lot going on out there in the wilderness that our modern society just can't fathom. Those of us with an open mind know some of these disappearances in our national parks are not just a case of someone getting lost or disoriented. It's a shame that over time the knowledge of what exists out there has slowly been. People are going out and about without any idea of the possible ramifications of their actions and the lack the proper "wilderness etiquette" per-say and get themselves in trouble or they run into something they're wholly unprepared for. Also, I love the tie ins with the boulder fields, briar/berry patches that you mentioned. Very interesting stuff.
I really want to go to Mount Shasta one of these days just to experience the area. The whole mountain is supposed to be inhabited.
originally posted by: WhiskyJack
a reply to: whitewave
The back story of The Mound was of an ambitious Spaniard who broke away from that expedition to go searching for the fabled golden cities. The location was somewhere in the Witchita mountains.
Sept. 22-23, 1978; Buenos Aires Province, Argentina
Car participating in road rally brightly illuminated by glowing object, lifted off road, driver and passenger blinded, steering control lost (section VI).
Carlos Acevedo was at the wheels of the Citroen when he suddenly saw a bright light reflected in his rear view mirror. It was a dense, yellowish light. At first it looked like only a dot in the mirror. However, its size increased as he watched.
Acevedo and Moya were driving at around 100 kilometers an hour at the moment. In spite of this, the light was closing in swiftly, causing Acevedo to believe that it was the headlights of one of the heavier vehicles (Citroen 2400s or a Mercedes Benz), causing him to slow down and pull over to the right edge of the asphalt in order to allow another Rally competitor to pass him by.
The light was already filling the rear view mirror and kept closing in. Suddenly, the passenger compartment in Acevedo and Moya’s Citroen became filled with light.
“Light flooded the passenger compartment and I couldn’t see beyond the hood of the car. It was a dense, brilliant light, yellow in color with some violet hues. I thought I’d lost control of the car at the moment. I looked through the window and saw were nearly two meters over the asphalt surface. I suddenly thought we had jumped over a speed bump and braced myself on the steering wheel, waiting for the moment we’d hit the surface again,” Acevedo explained.
originally posted by: Baddogma
The paranormal literature is rife with dimensional cross-overs and glimpses of neighboring realities... once you start digging there are enough to occupy you 'till death.
I. Sanderson identified the areas around the Earth where the "veil" was thinnest ... the "vile vortexes" ...like the Devil's Triangle off Bermuda, and the Dragon's off S-E Japan, all spaced in the Northern and Southern Hemisphere's equidistantly... and his study of the stats of strange disappearances seem to support this... but confirmation bias might be at play.
South of where I live in AZ is a remote hill where an old native stone arch sometimes shows sunlight when it's dark out and has other high strangeness associated with it... friends have seen cottages from the past appear in the NY woods and once I saw what looked like a brilliantly lit fair ground appear where there was only a dark neighborhood normally.
Don't know, but the sheer number of these stories point to something real at it's root... we don't hear about pink talking pandas in such numbers. And other dimensions are real... possibly even other Universes... whether other realities can bleed over into ours is the question... and accounts say yes, they can.
Certain UFO accounts sure point to this "bleed over" too... indicates a much weirder world... or worlds.
The Man Who Found A Door in the World
This affair took place in the very north of Canada, south of the Native American [eskimo] town of Kugluktuk. This is a port of sorts and an exit point from the great copper areas of the Northwest Territories which are called the Coppermine Mountains. I believe that the local people are Inuit. The Coppermine River runs, generally a twisty southern direction from Kugluktuk, and ends up cutting through the mountains about 60-65 kilometers south. There are some camps in the area but for the most part things are pretty wild.
This took place on August 31, 1968. He and his partner had flown in from Yellowknife, where after a battle with the elements, they got to their camp at Willow Lake [basically just a cabin in the wilderness]. The two of them moved south a bit and set up a secondary camp which was merely a tent--here is where they would strike out each day in search of mineral signs. They sometimes worked together as a team, but most often they ranged alone.
On their last day in the field, this story happened. On that day they were as usual on their own, our reporter exploring around Burnt Creek and north in the hills, but returning to camp empty handed. His buddy wasn't there yet, so he just sat and meditated on the hills. Bored he got up and walked to the edge of a small [still 50foot drop-off] cliff, and looked down into the gouge below. This gouge was peculiar: about 50foot long and only 4feet wide and flat. In it were some "bubbly looking rocks" and a "tubular fog bank".
The apparent minerals were odd, but the unmoving fog bank moreso. He felt nervous just looking at it, but decided to go down into the gouge and explore. There he found more of the unusual unidentified mineral and it seemed to be associated with a small-scale mining activity [even though there was supposed to be no such thing in this area.] Puzzled by the rocks, but still in the presence of the unmoving mist, he finally decided to walk into the fog bank.
His words now:
"Approximately two steps into the mist, I saw a grassy field for as far as my vision was capable of seeing at that time. The grass was about one foot tall at that point. The more I advanced towards the grass, the higher the grass became. there was a wind blowing from the grass away from me. On entering the mist, my vision was limited to my left and right. I advanced until the grass, brown colored, was approximately three feet tall. Then I decided to retreat, which I did.
I cannot remember what the sky looked like; grey colored seems correct. i decided to go back into the mist and cautioned myself not to walk into the grass. I went as far as the first [time] and things were the same. As I advanced, the grass got taller [but he seems to be now walking beside it, not in it], approximately 4foot now, and my vision left and right got wider. Far off to my right there was an oasis? with medium sized trees in a circle with two tall palm? trees growing in the center of the circle.
At that point I had enough. At that time my mind went completely blank except for one little piece of my brain that was fighting the takeover of my brain. Next I was on my hands and knees with my brain powers intact and I got out of there in record time."
Our hero told neither his buddy nor anyone else what had happened to him. But he never could shake the thought that he had passed into another dimensional reality for those few minutes. He wondered about the strange stones which should not have been there and the small mining operation which likewise should not have been.
As the years have gone, he has gotten more courage, and wants to go back and go through the doorway again, which he imagines as a permanent sort of location. Who are the people on the other side, he wants to know? Why did they visit here?
originally posted by: beansidhe
a reply to: milomilo
Oh wow, what a brilliant thread.
The similarities between the 'celtic' sidhe and the American stories are uncanny. Scottish fairies aren't small, that was a wierd Victorian adaption, as you've pointed out.
In my opinion the Tuatha de were real people who have been dehumanised and mythologised over time into supernatural creatures, but still these stories do persist. There is an unnerving quality to these tales of meeting strangers and experiencing time loss, being in strange rooms, being given a gift or asked for a gift, hearing music -all very similar.
I'd never heard of the story you told, thanks for that.