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I can't respond specifically as to your Army base, dear 'Sprout (peace to you, luv, and SO glad to see you!), but I have had a few such experiences. Some too extensive to relate just now (I am TY-IRD!), but I will share that a week before Katrina hit the area (which has nothing to do with this except to give you a sense of "when"), dear hubby and I visited the Oaks Plantation just outside of New Orleans. I think I shared the experience, either on our previous board (before the change) but most likely on JWN. Anyway, although I ususally LOVE our vacations... and did love most of that one... the day at that place was horrid for me.
I will relate what occurred in a second but let me say, my family hails from two plantations in Virginia... and still have land on both. I visited the land on my mother's side (given to my great-great grandparents, a half brother and sister couple who were both children of the master by him when he freed them) last year... and brought back virgin cotton that I picked from the field myself (while my elderly aunt screamed at me from the car to get back in the car - "Our people broke they BACKS on that cotton, guhl! Some even DIED! You should be 'SHAMED of yourself, pickin' dat cotton! Git back in this car!!" Well, I wanted to show dear hubby and kids what the cotton from "our" plantation looked like, so I ignored her and brought a boll back, complete with seeds! Since my eldest aunt on my father's side died at age 101 about 5 months ago, we are now in the process of selling the former plantation land on that side. I digress.)
Anyway, we visited the Oaks Plantation (the famous one that you see on all manner of media... the one with the long lane lined with oak trees leading up to the "big house"). My first indication that something was "wrong" was while we were touring the "big house." It just didn't feel right... and the guide made it worse, gushing over and making a big deal over the lifestyle of the master and mistress... while glossing over the atrocities carried out against the slaves (besides beatings, maimings, and hangings, some were boiled alive in the two large vats just outside used to melt cane sugar... often for some measly transgression.
At some point, I couldn't breathe and told dear hubby I had to get out of that house. Interestingly, HE felt it, too, and agreed. So, we left the tour and went outside to wait on the bus. Before we GOT to the bus, however, "something" happened to me. We came upon a monument, a pedestal that had a glass case on it and inside were the pages from a slave registry. It had the name, sex, age, use/trade... and cost... of each slave bought for the Oaks Plantation.
As we stood there reading it... THE STRANGEST thing I have EVER experienced occurred... and I almost lost it. As we stood there... I began to hear "wailing" and "crying." But here's the thing: it was the wailing and crying of more than 1,000 "people"... ALL of whom had either been KILLED there... or were BURIED there. I could hear EACH voice... separately and distinctly! But that wasn't all. As I heard them... I had the OVERWHELMING feeling... that I had to MOURN for them. CRY for them. Each one of them!
I told dear hubby, "I feel like I have to cry... NOT for myself... but THEIR tears. That I have to cry... for more than a thousand years!!!" It was THE most overwhelming "spirit" feeling I have EVER felt. I couldn't breathe! I RAN out of there, and onto the bus, where dear hubby and I stayed until the rest of the tourists joined us. I could NOT get off the bus. I wasn't scared - I was tired. Like thousands of years of tired. SO fatigued. I felt like I had been walking... not a long WAY... but a long TIME. Since... Egypt left Israel. I felt very old...and very tired. Almost "mummified."
That one experience made me "hate" New Orleans. But that, and other experiences while we were there, helped me realize why there is so much voodoo and other melarkey going on there. NOT because there are demons there... but because a LOT of blood was spilled there. Not blood spilled as in war... but blood spilled... in BOATLOADS... from innocents, even children. People who were not "evil" but had come to know JAH... and His Christ. And it is their blood... that "speaks"... on that plantation, surrounding plantations (there are many)... and all throughout the New Orleans area.
A LOT of Abraham's seed apparently came to that area... from Africa, by means of the Caribbean. A LOT. And... were annihilated, at least in the flesh... by those who served the Adversary. Their skin (color) hid them from man... but their spirits were not hidden from our Adversary. And he did everything he could to get them to curse JAH... but they wouldn't... and didn't... and so, like Abel, who was murdered by HIS brother... their blood cries out.
And for those who have JAH's spirit in them... and so can HEAR them crying... it is a LOUD... and HORRIBLE... "noise." Just heart wrenching.
So, I have no problem understanding what some may be experiencing at that Army base, dear, dear 'Sprout. Given that it is a MILITARY base, it could very well be that innocent blood was spilled there, even the blood of the seed of Abraham. There could have been tortuous interrogations held there, POWs, etc., could have been murdered there... something.
Are there "ghosts" there? No, luv. The dead are dead... and conscious of nothing here. Can the mourning of their spirits be HEARD, though, HERE? Absolutely. And certainly by animals, as they are much more keen in their hearing (and so, much more obedient, for the most part, than we are!).
There is nothing to fear - the dead cannot harm us. There may be, however, much to mourn. If you want to know what's happening, find out what REALLY occurred there. What blood was spilled... and why.
I hope this helps.
Peace to you!
YSSFS of Christ,
Shel
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