White Feather
2 min readMay 30, 2018

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Thanks, Sharon M , for the response. I had a very similar experience, too.

Many years ago my wife and I and our dog went on a little pilgrimage vacation to the Paha Sapa — known to white folk as the Black Hills of South Dakota. Our daughter was on a separate vacation with a youth group to Louisiana and Mississippi.

I went out of my way to avoid both Mt. Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Memorial in progress. I did not want to see either of those places. I considered both of them to be unholy desecration of sacred land.

No, I wanted to get up into the hills to feel the vibrations and see what I could connect with. Although we had a great time I was a bit disappointed in the vibrations. There was a very palpable dissonance.

On our way back to Colorado we decided to drive down to Ft. Robinson, Nebraska. We were going to take the tour but as we approached the historic site I was overcome with an unbelievably powerful sadness. And I started to feel physically ill. It was the most intensely negative vibes I had ever felt from a geographic location.

My wife asked me why I was crying and all I could tell her is that I didn’t know. I asked her if she felt that dreadful vibration but she did not. I blew off the tour and hit the gas trying to get away from that place as quickly as I could. The intense horrible feelings slowly dissipated the farther west we got. I was completely back to normal once we hit the Wyoming border.

As I drove the little back country highway we saw a few buildings up ahead and then we passed a road sign which read:

Shawnee, Wyoming
Population 9

I hit the brakes and pulled over. We all got out and I had my wife take a picture of me and the dog standing in front of the road sign.

Why would I do such a thing? Well, because our dog’s name was Shawnee. Plus my numerological birth number is 9. When our daughter came home from her trip I showed her the photo and said, “Look, they named a town in Wyoming after our dog!”

I don’t know whatever happened to that photo. It was one of the last times I ever allowed myself to be photographed.

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White Feather
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