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The Following is from a personal blog I used to keep, and was the Entry for December 7, 2005. I have shortened it some.
I am copying this, with my permission! Because I think it the freshest view of my experience.
I was visiting friends in Southwestern Virginia at their retreat land near Galax.
Today I might think differently about what it was, but I know it wasn't a beastie from the forest we recognize. It was massive, at least 8 feet
long. The head, was in shadow, but by the eyes alone the head had to be 3 ft across. Still those are my calculations due to me being the one who got
the closest to the mystery, I could be wrong and admit that fact.
So, that night after a wonderful dinner, Ol Buzzard started a bonfire with wood we had collected early that morning. It was going to rain the next
day, so we took advantage of a clear night. We were not expecting what happened, but that was half of the fun, the total synchronistic arrival of a
most wonderful and powerful experience for all three of us.
The Bonfire was going good, and White Crow and Ol Buzzard were sipping hot cider and as usual I was with a cup of good strong coffee…. Point being,
these friends do not do strong drink or drugs. It was cold too, not real cold, but we were enjoying the fire and in the distance up the mountain I
heard something unusual, at first thought it sounded like a goose. It came from the area of the Abaton and when I heard it the second time I asked
them if they had heard it also. It made a different sound, deeper and they acknowledged that they heard it too. Then you could tell that it was moving
down the mountain from the Abaton, which is about a fourth of a mile from their house. The sound was like a wailing, unlike anything that I have every
heard in my life. I am an avid outdoors person who has came face to face with a bear before, I know what bobcats, cougars, badgers and other wild
things sound like, and as this “call’’ came down the mountain it was obvious that it was announcing itself with every step it took.
So, we listened to it as it came down the mountain beside the creek which runs by the house, and it got closer and closer and the ‘wail’ was
something that was unnerving in it’s power and depth. We stopped our idle banter that was in progress and listened to it come closer and closer. We
could tell that it was coming down by the creek, and it sounded like it entered the pasture with the apple trees behind the house where the llamas
play in the daytime. The roar/call/wail was enthralling and my adrenaline was pumping. White Crow and Ol Buzzard of course having lived in the woods
for some length of time now where much more calm. It was taking its time, not in a hurry, but still moving at a fast clip as the sound it made got
closer to us, and we realized it was behind the house and crossing back over the creek to the opposite side. It came down all the time making this
sound that is something that I will never in all my days ever forget.
Ol Buzzard got the flashlight out as it walked the bank of the hill across the creek, which flows south by the house. With every step (which you could
not hear) it let out this ‘call’ that vibrated to my very soul and bones. Finally it was directly across the creek from where we were with the
bonfire, but we still could not see it in the almost total darkness. It called out the whole time, obviously not fearful of us at all, and Ol Buzzard
was scanning the side of the hill trying to see our invisible visitor. The whole time it kept calling out in its vibrating sound watching us as we
were trying to see it. Ol Buzzard must have shown the light over the spot it was four or five times, but you still could see nothing. Impatient and
slammed full of adrenaline I snatched the flashlight out of his hands and ran down the embankment a bit to get closer and I scanned the hillside as I
walked and finally I shined the lights into ‘it’s ‘ eyes.
I am not sure how loud I screamed this, but I hollered, “Do you see its eyes? Do you see its eyes?” They were huge and yellow/green with a slit,
so you could say they were reptilian/cat-like, but I could safely say they were the size of a large mans fist. Still I could see no body to go with
the eyes, and the adrenaline was a pumping full force for me now. And it let out another scream that made me return to the sides of Ol Buzzard and
White Crow. It did this a few more times and turned to go up the next hillside, we listened as it left the immediate vicinity to head up the hill and
over the ridge to the other side where a pasture is located. We continued to listen as it kept up with its calling out until we could not hear it any
“That was no cougar or panther” I think I said, and White Crow and Ol Buzzard agreed that it was NOT a regular animal of the woods. Ol Buzzard has
to be given the credit as our Bull # meter, if we had been over reacting to a bear, or other local wildlife, Ol Buzzard would have stopped White Crow
in our tracks to reel us back to reality.
The reality was that it was something more, just what we are still debating and assimilating as to what it might have been. It definitely was very
atavistic and primordial feeling to me, and after my last day at the Nemeton I had meditated at the spot it had stood when I saw it’s eyes. During
that meditation I termed it a ‘dragon’ and an I CHING reading interpretation even termed it by correspondence a Coiled Water Dragon. Today,
speaking to White Crow by phone, she said basilisk, the word ‘basilisk’ is from the Greek basiliskos meaning "little king, so I might agree. It
had a royal sound like nothing I have ever heard in my life. I listened to animal sounds off the internet for the past day before writing this post,
and the only sounds close (but not the same) were from a Sasquatch recording and another that a gorilla made, so I am open minded about it still.
And totally in awe of the whole experience, another piece of my total Transformative trip to the Abaton.