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I have been interacting with a supernatural entity at my wilderness retreat for years but it would be in the summer of 2014 that my experience with it would be most dramatic. One previous time on the wilderness trail there I had a close encounter with a mother bear defending her cub so it was recommended by some that I should take my Belgian Shepherd in order to be alerted by his keen senses of potential danger ahead of time so for the first time ever a domestic dog would see set foot out there. We set out in the morning after being dropped off at the trail head and " LG " absolutely loved being there as he lead the way staying within forty feet of me. I made note of his behavior watching to see for any signs that he was detecting anything including supernatural as a previous border collie I had as a pet was a superb advance guard, alerting me the presence of an entity that frequented our home but LG gave no indication of detecting anything corporeal or spiritual in nature so we arrived at my lake after a half hour walk. LG had never been in a canoe before so after loading all my pack and gear it was a challenge to convince him to jump in the front and stay in. Eventually he calmed down and I was able to push off from shore in order to cross to my cabin on the other side. The entire walk out there the air had been calm but as we left the small bay where the beaver dam was located the breeze started up and by the time we left the bay this beautiful cloudless day turned into a nasty wind storm that drove me with relentless ferocity to the east end of the lake away from my cabin. Just when I would make a little headway a gust would turn the bow of my craft sideways and I would lose ground again. This went on for the better part of an hour on what should have been an eight minute diagonal trip across the lake. After finally landing my craft at the cabin trail LG and I climbed out and I carried my gear the one minute walk to the cabin. I noted with fascination that the wind disappeared when we were off the water. It was almost like someone or something didn't appreciate our presence ( More specifically LG 's. Remember that I said no domestic canine had ever set foot out here. Just coyotes and wolves ) The enity I speak of stalks me from the moment I set foot in the forest but that being so I decided that this was probably an unnerving coincidence with wind. ( From a critical thinking perspective you don't want to assume everything that happens around you is automatically supernatural in nature but I have since learned that my unseen companion reads my thoughts and emotions and that it was in fact responsible for the freakish weather. How do I know this ? Because when I decided that this was a coincidence and was not about LG my unseen friend payed me a visit that night. My best guess it was about 2:00 AM when I woke up and the was cool so I thought about getting up to build a fire and relieve myself. While I was lying in my sleeping bag on the floor I came to realize that something didn't feel quite right. After another two minutes of reflection it finally hit me that I could not see a damn thing. Yes a cabin at night is dark but even on the cloudiest nights a certain amount of residual light from the sun below the horizon makes its way around the earth and you can tell where the windows are against the black interior of the cabin. I had never experienced such a black night but I nevertheless climbed out of my sleeping bag on the floor and reached out for the eight foot stainless steel table thar was about a foot and a half away from me... it was not there. I crawled on all fours and was met by a wall where there should have been a table loaded down my food, propane tanks, candles paper towel, propane oven etc. Impossible to miss yet it just was not there. Still on my knees and facing the wall I drew large circles on the wall with my hands to find where the window was and then I realized there were no windows at all. Whenever I got out of my sleeping bag before LG would get up and come over to me but he was not there. I sat there for a moment laughing quietly to myself upon the realization that I was not in my cabin at all. There is a certain quality to ambient sound in the forest outside as even the lightest breeze flowing through millions of leaves and branches produces a low resonant hum that tells you that you are outdoors. It can also be heard through the walls of a cabin but I could not hear it... only a dampened sound like if you are in a box under the ground. After another minute of reflection I crawled back to my sleeping bag that was thankfully still there, climbed back into it and fell asleep. When I awoke again the morning sun was rising through the trees which lit up the inside of my cabin. I was back in this world. ( Thoughts on my experience ) These are amazing experiences that evoke a lot of cinicism in skeptics but let me assure you they are not isolated events out here. I have set gear down on the trail and walked around a corner to retrieve dropped water bottle only to return and find my gear missing after being gone less than a minute. I found the wheeler and cupboard strapped to it about twenty five feet away from where I left it. The place I found it was in dense bush. It had been placed there to hide it from view. Whatever moved it did so in under a minute in absolute stealth. No footsteps, no sound of the rubber tires bouncing of rocks or the vibration of its steel axel as the tires bounce on the uneven ground. What ever moved it has to have hands. It is intelligent and sentient, it understands humour as it clearly demonstrated. I have noted the unnerving parallels of that experience and what David Pallidies talks about in his book " Missing 411 ". People hiking in forests having loved ones being first of last in line going around a corner just out of sight and disappearing without a sound. Those left behind all to often say that they felt like something was waiting and biding it's time out there for that one moment and then it happens. I once paddled my canoe back to the small bay and the beaver dam only to find the forest and shore that formed the bay were unfamiliar. My other two canoes were gone, small channels through the green cat tails to the beaver pond were gone replaced by tall yellow grass, the beaver pond itself was gone. The rising outcroppings of bed rock along the creek were not there anymore. It was like I was at the entrance to a conduit between parallel universes. David Pallidies speaks of this sort of thing in his books. Could this be a time vortex ? My experience is not at all unique including the spooky quietness that accompanies these sort of events. Like when a large predator moves into an area and the forest goes silent. Out here these experiences are accmpanied often by what I call a trigger event. In the case of the dark cabin I forgot to put my flashlight in the sleeping bag with me. Out on the trail I dropped my water bottle and triggered that happening, the missing beaver pond and strange landscape was triggered by me falling asleep and being late for my rondevouz at the highway. I felt off balance and urgent to get to the highway and was not staying grounded and alert to my environment. When I encountered the landscape that didn't make sense I paddled back and forth confused and unnerved. When I paddled out of the bay in order to come back I was so shook up I leaned over when tried to corner the canoe in order to turn it around to the bay again that I swamped the craft and had to hang on until I drifted across the lake and could right the canoe on the far shore. When I came back to the bay everything was back to normal and I was able to get to the highway and go home. If I had docked the canoe in that strange place and walked toward the highway I suspect I would never be seen again because that was not the way home. Crawling back into my sleeping bag that dark night was also the way home. I suspect that Pallidies and others are right in that what we are dealing with wants to evoke fear, like it feeds off negative energy like fear, anger, dispair etc. I have no doubt it is fully capable and willing to kill if necessary but that does not serve its purpose. It is here to feed. It might simply kill out of boredom or frustration at not obtaining what it wants. The dark place I was put in was a trap designed to evoke fear, anger and dispair. When I didn't give it what it wanted it let me come back to this world. I was in a trap but I didn't spring the trap by " Losing My Shit ". David Pallidies speaks of this in his books where people who vanish have oft times hundreds of people searching for them including dragging any nearby bodies of water only to come up empty. Then after a couple of weeks a die hard searcher or hiker comes across their body on a trail that was searched dozens of times or in a nearby lake also searched by scuba divers and drag hooks. Pallidies has been approached by Coroners at his lectures and they tell David. " You are on to something we have all known for some time ". The coroners are referring to once in awhile where they examine a body found of a missing person that was in water. The natural assumption is that the person drown but the lungs are not full of water. Also the body appears to be in a state of decay consistent with being in the water for a couple of days, but they have missing for over two weeks... so where were they for twelve of those days that they weren't in the water. Like they were being held somewhere. My abduction exoerience may offer a clue to that. Had I lost my shit I would have given it what it wanted and would not have released me until it couldn't get any more of what it wanted. My body would then be found on the hiking trail or in the lake that was so thoroughly searched. A few years back a very smart coroner decided to test outside the range of fifty substances that is standard in an autopsy to help determine death. They test for drugs alcohol and such but this guy decided to test for a drug know as GHB and scored a hit. It is more commonly known as " The Date Rape Drug " but what's happening has nothing to do with sex. GHB renders the person paralyzed unable to resist yet fully concious. If you were given GHB and placed in water you would be concious but unable to move so you would drown. The implication is that whatever is behind this is attempting to hide its activity behind an accidental drowning as GHB leaves the body very quickly and you won't find it unless you know where to look in an autopsy. I have also encountered this entity back in the 1990's when I was with my wife harvesting firewood on The Contact Lake Mining Road north of The Town Of La Ronge and about fifteen miles from my place WolfHaven. My wife had our van and I had a five ton flat bed for hauling wood. She went ahead to turn the van around and I waited with my daughter in her chair as she was about a year old. She bundled up nice and warm sitting in front of my feet on the ground as the van rolled away and that is when it happened. The forest grew deathly quiet and I felt we were being watched. I am a strong telepath and deeply empathic and could something approaching us. Just as a mountain lion will freeze in midstalk when the dear starts to show alertness to approaching danger my unseen stalker did the same. After a moment it resumed and was getting very close as the tension was becoming unbearable. I responded immediately by picking my daughter up and holding her tightly as I knew that it was after her. When the van returned I told my wife. " I don't know what's here but I want our daughter in your hands at all times. If you get tired we will leave but do not put her down ! " David Pallidies was asked once if he had ever encountered a story where an abduction attempt was tharted to which he replied that he had not. I submit my experience is one of a very few that didn't end tragically. My gifts have served me in this capacity many years after the Contact Lake entity where my wife and I were out for coffee at a local restaurant. It was 10:00 PM and they were closing so we were walking across the parking lot when I felt a presence. As with my daughter I knew that it was after my wife. We had arrived in separate vehicles so I made sure she was safely in her van before I got going. I was ahead of her on the highway and when we turned into the subdivision that lead to our residence we used two separate roads and arrived at the same time home from opposite directions. She screetched her van to a halt and flew out her door in s panic. When we got on to the highway she said something was in the back seat behind her reaching over and lifting her long hair. She glanced back and there was nothing there. Her rear view mirror was completely black no matter how she positioned it. This was despite the fact there was a car right behind her. The hair playing persisted until she turned off of the highway. The view in her mirror also returned. It never occurred to me that it was in the vehicle with her when we left. The entity is quite mischevious out at WolfHaven as it has lunged trees at me, using the wind in an oscillating pattern to sway huge trees to the breaking point towards me in order to scare me(which it has done a pretty damn good job) This past summer my daughter and her guy took LG out to WolfHaven and she told me everything was peaceful but when I went out a couple of weeks later the trail was absolute devastion from fallen trees. My instinct tells me that they really pissed my unseen companion off. When I was adjusting my chainsaw and preparing to cut down the last tree after spending hours on the trail clearing the mess I was about to pull on the machines cord when I heard the steady groaning crack of a tree right near. The trees there were big and given this things sometimes foul disposition I looked around urgently. Then I realized that a fifty foot widow maker was sitting at a forty five degree angle positioned perfectly to fall on me when I walked up to cut the last tree to clear the trail... Yep, it's pissed off. Had it shoved the tree the rest of the way I never would have seen or heard it over the roar of the chainsaw. This seems to be something of a territorial dispute because about one hundred and fifty feet from my cabin is a sacred spot I picked out years ago to undergo a symbolic death and spiritual rebirth naked and under a full moon. I spent the night there and having achieved my goal returned to the spot often to eat food, meditate and such. The next year a structure was there on my spot where the trees has fallen together in a teepee like fashion. I have read that these are associated with Sasquatch activity are are though to be trail markers or territorial markes. The next year the structure was gone and seemed to be replaced by crude coral like structure, but designed to keep something out... (Me I expect) Once out on the lake canoeing I saw on the rising bedrock through the trees towards the sun what appeared to be a manufactured object. It was very smooth and shiny as it reflected to morning sun and after visually scaling it estimated it to be about fifty to sixty feet in legnth so it was not a smooth barked fallen tree reflecting the accumulated dew off of the morning sun as the trees around there were only twenty five feet tall. I suspect it was cylindrical in shape as it was in moderately dense tree growth. My decision was to not investigate what was because so far I have only had the foot put into my ass. If I go from being a nuciance a problem I might not live to regret it. To have so all of this supernatural paranormal and even ET activity around here might sound a little to much even for non skeptics but this would not be the first place to express so much paranormal activity. " Skinwalker Ranch " down in Utah USA is a well documented phenomena going back for decades now. Steven Spielbergs movie Poltergiest is based on the happening there and it has documented observation of UFO activity, Poltergiest activity, Sasquatch activity, and a whole range of other phenomena. The Irish have an expression for places like Skinwalker Ranch. " Places where the world is thin ". Perhaps places like WolfHaven are similar. Ley Lines or interdimensional places where entities come and go, places where the fabric of one parallel universe touches and overlaps into another. This story continues to write itself... MIKADEMUS
