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November 2006 - Page 24
The Guardian of the Land
by Dan
Every summer, for one week a year I would go to a Boy Scout camp with my troop. The name of the camp was Camp Yawgoog. It was somewhere on the Rhode Island-Connecticut border. It was a beautiful camp, crystal clear lakes, caves, hiking, a lot to do for a 13-year-old with a bunch of his friends. Every year we went up there the same troop would be up there. They were from Mahopac, New York, and we were from Long Island, and to say the least, were a lot different then us in many regards.
There was this place about a one-half mile up the trail that they called the Christmas Tree Fields. The story was that it was a very spiritual place, an Indian burial ground, and there were tons of lost souls around there. Before we went in there, on this Saturday morning, supposedly this teenage kid Jim went in there alone in the night time and convinced a bunch of spirits to go into the light; he said the had nothing to gain here and nothing to lose there.
When we all heard the story the next morning, we thought he was out of his mind. I mean, he was a nice kid, but come on, dude, ghosts don't exist; lay off the pipe. So then we started talking to another kid from that troop. His name was Bosco and he told me to pick a number from one to fifty. He looked me right in the eyes and got it right about twenty times in a row. I asked him how he was doing it, and he told me he could tell by the glare in my eyes. Although impressed, it left me to believe that there was just something scientific about it, and to not believe the hype.
After he got all my other friend's numbers, he started to talk about the Christmas Tree Fields as well. So we decided, what the hell, let's go over there. So we headed out of our campsite, "Norman Rockwell" was what it was called, and headed over there to see what goes on. On our way over there, Bosco told us he was half Native American, and started to talk about the things that go on in there. He said that if we look real closely that we could see the outlines of spirits. He said they were all over the place. After that, he told us that if any of us polluted, that it would rain in the field as well, to purify the ground. We started to laugh; it was funny to us. How is that possible dude? There wasn't even a cloud in the sky; it was beautiful out.
Then he started telling us about the Guardian of the land over there. He said a Native American rides on his horse and protects the land, and if we listened really carefully we could here the horse galloping in the field. Which was followed up by more laughs between us. Finally, we reached the field, and we just started walking around in it. It was a pretty wild place in the middle of the woods. It is just this open field, and there's Christmas tree in it, like that place had no business being there at all.
As we keep walking, he started pointing to things. He would point to a rock and say a spirit was sitting down on it, then he would point to a tree and say a spirit was leaning on it, and so on, and so on, and so on. This went on for about a good half hour. And none of us saw anything, or even heard anything at all. We weren't convinced, we weren't impressed, we just thought the dude was crazy or lying to us.
So we were tired and decided to sit down. We sat in a circle, and I sat on these two big rocks and just hung out under the sun, lit up a few cigarettes, and just talked for a little bit. He decided he was gonna start reading our aur's. After he read everybody else's, he got up to me, and told me my aura was black. I asked him what that meant, and he said it meant something was watching over me - protecting me.
As soon as he said that, I heard something. It was very low, but I was hearing it. It was running to a beat - du du du- du du du- du du du- du du du. "Oh my God," I said, "I think I hear the Guardian. I hear a horse galloping. Does anybody else hear that?" Everyone thought I was nuts. Then the sound got louder, and now I started to panic. "Does anybody hear that?" I said, over and over, shaking with a fear I've never felt before. My friends kept telling me to shut up, saying I didn't hear anything. But it kept getting louder and louder and louder and louder. And I just kept getting more scared by each decibel that hoof noise went up.
I started to beg my friends. Please tell me you hear that, guys. Please tell me you hear it. Now the hairs on the back of my neck and head are rising up. I can feel it, sweat poring out of every pore in my body. Bosco finally replies that he hears it, too. All of a sudden, it got so loud I knew it was only a few feet away, and it was coming fast. And it got closer and closer and closer, and then I screamed and ducked. I thought it was gonna run right into me.
And then everything stopped, and I knew it was right behind me. I felt its presence. Too scared to turn around and look, I just kept my head forward and then it happened: huuuuuuuuuu ehhhhhhh huuuuuuuuu ehhhhhhhhh. It started breathing on my neck. In the deepest breath that you could ever imagine, and it kept going huuuuuuuuuu ehhhhhhh huuuuuuuuu ehhhhhhhhh, and I'm feeling the heat from the breath hit my neck, and move the little hairs standing up, and it kept getting louder and stronger, and a little closer every time.
Finally, after being frozen with fear I'm able to say to everybody, "I don't think this thing wants us here. Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go." Bosco agrees, apologizes to the spirit, and says good idea, let's get out of hear, man. So we all get up and it finally stopped.
Soaked with sweat, we all start walking out, my little 13 -year-old mind can't even process what just happened to me. And I swear on the life of me, when we got up and started to leave that field, rain drops started to fall, and at least we all felt that. Not a cloud in the sky as we headed back to our campsites.
When we got back, we asked the leaders if it rained at all today. They said, not a drop at all, been beautiful all day long. Let me tell you, that night, when bedtime came, when I asked my friend to stay up with me the whole night and he nodded out like everyone else did at 8:30 p.m...... Ill tell you right now, that was the longest night of my life.
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