a reply to: wylekat
Well, you sound pretty sane to me. Now it's time to have some fun...
I like your threads. You have some interesting experiences, and you tell the stories well. I can also identify with your experiences as I have also
had similar experiences.
Furthermore, it's a welcome break from all the political nonsense. So, please don't hold back!
So, here is a similar experience that I had with seeing an apparition of a building that wasn't physically there, and what I learned from following up
on the revelation:
About 10 years or so ago, I was helping my ex-wife's great uncle pack up a house he'd lived in for over 50 years. It was an old shack of a house that
was nearly falling down. Over time as I explored the house and packed up it's contents it became clear to me that there was more to this property
than met the eye.
To make a long story short, it appears that the house was built by an emancipated slave shortly after the end of the Civil War. Based on deed
searches, census data, and other local historical references, I found that property he had acquired was from former slave owners and it was situated
at the edge of their plantation.
One night as I was finishing up packing, I walked out of the house and noticed it had been raining. There was a light mist, but not a dense fog.
It's not super dark because there's a relatively near-by street light.
As I looked up the road to make sure there was no oncoming traffic, I noticed a small house sitting in a lot that I knew was empty. I tried to adjust
my position and squinted my eyes, but the apparition persisted. So, I decided to investigate.
As I walked up the street to get a better look, I kept my eyes on this phantom house; trying to determine how this optical illusion was created. Even
from the opposite side of the street, directly in front of the "house", I could still see it.
So, I crossed the street and walked up the derelict stone steps leading to the abandoned lot. When I reached the top of the steps, all I found was
the empty lot I had seen dozens of times without really noticing.
When I walked back down the street to get in my truck to go home, I could no longer see the apparition; no matter how hard I tried to reproduce the
illusion. It was a minor curiosity at the time and I didn't dwell on it.
But, it got me more interested in the neighborhood as a whole. And I really wanted to know the story of the two abandoned lots where houses had
clearly once stood. So, it was back to the local historical society and courthouse to find out more.
As I researched the deeds, a common name kept popping up. So, I looked at some of the deed history of other adjacent properties. The first discovery
was that this entire area was a black neighborhood; initially made-up of what appears to be emancipated slaves.
I found the name of a Mr. A. Guy
as the interim owner of several of those properties. After a bit more analysis and comparison of dates and
other supporting documents, a common narrative came to light:
Shortly after the end of reconstruction, a white man going by the name of Mr. A. Guy
had visited all of the households in this neighborhood and
offered them a $100.00 loan, payable in full in one year. But they had to put their houses and property up as collateral. The deeds and liens were
all properly filed with the illiterate former slaves signing with their "X" on the appropriate documents.
One year later, to the exact day, Mr. A. Guy foreclosed on the property and took possession. He then proceeded to sell the property to a new owner
within a few days. None of the documents indicate the actual amount of money involved in the transaction, but suffice it to say that the $100.00
dollars that Mr. A. Guy "paid" for the property was a small fraction of its actual value.
When I attempted to research more contemporary information about Mr. A. Guy, I couldn't find anyone by that name in the local area. In fact, I
couldn't locate anyone with that name in that whole part of the state. I believe that the name "Mr. A. Guy" was just a pseudonym used by the
perpetrator to hide his true identity.
My conclusion is that this was post-reconstruction payback. When the soldiers and the carpetbaggers left the area, there was no one left to assist
these former slaves, and look out for their interests. So some of the former masters got their revenge by stealing back their properties and selling
them for a profit; displacing several established families in the process. I can barely imagine the pain inflicted by that cruel con game.
So, to summarize, the appearance of the apparition, regardless of its origin, intrigued me. And in following my curiosity, an interesting and tragic
story was revealed. A hidden story that had never been told before.
There are all kinds of theories about how these synchronicities come about. I'll let you choose which one you want to believe. But, in my case, I'll
just say that I feel honored to have been chosen to be the person to tell the story of a few naive and illiterate former slaves who were very brutally
defrauded of their homes and property.
I suggest that you follow your own intuition about your experiences. I relate this story to you because the apparition you describe is not unlike the
one that I saw that rainy night a decade ago. As one of our ATS cousins recommended in an earlier post, you might want to do some historical research
about that property and the surrounding areas. You might find something interesting. And I can tell you that it is most satisfying to discover a
concrete connection between a subjectively ethereal experience and an objectively historical circumstance.
Just don't be afraid of it, and treat the experience or entity with respect. I believe that this force returns to you what you give to it. Feed it
curiosity, and it will give you mystery. Feed it fear, and it will give you terror!
Enjoy the ride my friend!!