02-11-2013, 08:24 PM
This subject came up a while back and I offered my story. I didn't know we wern't supposed to talk about these things until I was told on here that it wasn't a good idea. I don't mean any disrespect. The following is what happened to me;
We were camping, more like just partying with tons of food and friends. I've seen things in my life I pray children will never have to see in theirs. I'm pretty seasoned when it come to showing fear and how to just react and not let fear overwhelm you but there are times when your fear grows up from the ground like roots of a vine. These roots of intense fear grow up between your toes and wrap around your legs. Soon your stuck in your tracks and only your upper torso can move. Then the this fear seeps up into your chest and you can't breathe, then your just frozen in place and you can only observe. Your transfixed on the object of your fear, unable to blink and unable to breathe. Seconds represent hours in these moments and your heart beats like a Japanese taiko drum. This happened to me at this place.
This evening was amazing, the moon was out and as bright as a spot light. The ocean looked like a giant sheet of crumpled aluminum foil with blue die spilled over it. I don't drink alcohol so I was completely sober and drug free but I could feel this "magic" in the air. The water twinkled like the flash of a million paparazzi camera flashes. I have to admit, I was spooked and felt over whelmed. I could feel something was about to "go down". You have this feeling as an instinct and you learn to listen to this feeling and keep your eyes open. I had just come back to Hawaii after being over seas so I was still dialed into my training. I was keeping low, almost crouching when I first saw the dull light of a lantern in the distance. I was alone just soaking in the solitude and the rythm of the ocean crashing against the cliffs. Almost at once my instinct merged with my training and I was whisked away to some foreign place burried deep in my memories. My hand slid down my side to ready my weapon and the absence of my "friend"(my weapon) returned me to the reality that I was back home in Hawaii and there was no theat. "Announce your intentions" ran through my head as the roots of that vine were growing between my toes. The dull light of the lantern bobbed back and forth highlighting the shape of a small person. The moons bright light was noticibly absent around this lone figure which drew closer and closer. The vines of fear were growing higher up my body and I could hear the volume of my heart beat getting louder. The waves would crash and the sounds of boulders smashing together echoed through the clear air. The lantern light bobbed and swayed within 25 yards of me and I could see clearly it was an old woman carrying an old ships hurricane lantern. I could feel the vines creeping up my stomach to the bottom area of my rib cage. At night, Three things will always give away your position; sound, movement and shape. In my mind I knew I was in Hawaii, I knew I was safe but this fear gripped my body like a bench vise. I yelled out to her "Anty! Be carefull over there" alerting her to the cliffs and attempting to regain my composure. I also wanted her to see me so she wouldn't be startled and affraid when I rose up from my crouch. By this time she was within 10 yards of me and she came out of the shadows, the moonlight finally wrapped around her almost like accent lights. She glowed, not like a cylume light stick but a soft glow like when you see a child's face in the sun and you can see the baby hairs light up their face. She smiled and looked at me like I was 4 years old and dressed in a cowboy costume bouncing around on a broomstick horse. It was a look like "you silly kid, keep playing and leave the adults alone". I said loudly " Anty? You hungry? We get plenty food", still no response. Her steps looked like she was walking on air. She made her way past me and and just floated between the rocks like an unattended cigarette burning a smoke trail. I slowly walked back to the campsite and put food into a mouth that connected to a hole larger than the Grand Canyon. I was spooked and now I realized what it was like when something just appears from nowhere. I don't like that place, the ground is black and it's almost like the jungle knows not to grow there.
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We were camping, more like just partying with tons of food and friends. I've seen things in my life I pray children will never have to see in theirs. I'm pretty seasoned when it come to showing fear and how to just react and not let fear overwhelm you but there are times when your fear grows up from the ground like roots of a vine. These roots of intense fear grow up between your toes and wrap around your legs. Soon your stuck in your tracks and only your upper torso can move. Then the this fear seeps up into your chest and you can't breathe, then your just frozen in place and you can only observe. Your transfixed on the object of your fear, unable to blink and unable to breathe. Seconds represent hours in these moments and your heart beats like a Japanese taiko drum. This happened to me at this place.
This evening was amazing, the moon was out and as bright as a spot light. The ocean looked like a giant sheet of crumpled aluminum foil with blue die spilled over it. I don't drink alcohol so I was completely sober and drug free but I could feel this "magic" in the air. The water twinkled like the flash of a million paparazzi camera flashes. I have to admit, I was spooked and felt over whelmed. I could feel something was about to "go down". You have this feeling as an instinct and you learn to listen to this feeling and keep your eyes open. I had just come back to Hawaii after being over seas so I was still dialed into my training. I was keeping low, almost crouching when I first saw the dull light of a lantern in the distance. I was alone just soaking in the solitude and the rythm of the ocean crashing against the cliffs. Almost at once my instinct merged with my training and I was whisked away to some foreign place burried deep in my memories. My hand slid down my side to ready my weapon and the absence of my "friend"(my weapon) returned me to the reality that I was back home in Hawaii and there was no theat. "Announce your intentions" ran through my head as the roots of that vine were growing between my toes. The dull light of the lantern bobbed back and forth highlighting the shape of a small person. The moons bright light was noticibly absent around this lone figure which drew closer and closer. The vines of fear were growing higher up my body and I could hear the volume of my heart beat getting louder. The waves would crash and the sounds of boulders smashing together echoed through the clear air. The lantern light bobbed and swayed within 25 yards of me and I could see clearly it was an old woman carrying an old ships hurricane lantern. I could feel the vines creeping up my stomach to the bottom area of my rib cage. At night, Three things will always give away your position; sound, movement and shape. In my mind I knew I was in Hawaii, I knew I was safe but this fear gripped my body like a bench vise. I yelled out to her "Anty! Be carefull over there" alerting her to the cliffs and attempting to regain my composure. I also wanted her to see me so she wouldn't be startled and affraid when I rose up from my crouch. By this time she was within 10 yards of me and she came out of the shadows, the moonlight finally wrapped around her almost like accent lights. She glowed, not like a cylume light stick but a soft glow like when you see a child's face in the sun and you can see the baby hairs light up their face. She smiled and looked at me like I was 4 years old and dressed in a cowboy costume bouncing around on a broomstick horse. It was a look like "you silly kid, keep playing and leave the adults alone". I said loudly " Anty? You hungry? We get plenty food", still no response. Her steps looked like she was walking on air. She made her way past me and and just floated between the rocks like an unattended cigarette burning a smoke trail. I slowly walked back to the campsite and put food into a mouth that connected to a hole larger than the Grand Canyon. I was spooked and now I realized what it was like when something just appears from nowhere. I don't like that place, the ground is black and it's almost like the jungle knows not to grow there.
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