Well, after a long time of being absent from here, am back.. for a while..lol. My friend Kenna and I went to Ft. Lincoln / Mandan Indian village in Mandan ND.. I have had experiences there before, and was somewhat apprehensive of going again, but .. went none the less, because my excitedness was more than apprehensive feelings. Anyway.. when I was a little girl.. say.. 4th grade age, not sure exact age.. anyway.. I felt as if I was shoved hard in the chest area while I was in the doorway of one of the Mandan "on-a-slant" tee-pee's.  It was a scary experience, as nobody was there, and the teacher didn't understand why I was white as a ghost, and cold and clammy to the touch, when it was hot out, and why I wouldn't go in the shelter for the interpreter's presentation. I couldn't and didn't understand at the time, what had happened, but I just knew, nothing was there, and something had come at me hard, and pushed me, almost felt as if it had tried to go through or into me.. I was sweating, but cold and clammy. Anyway, I digress.. later years, at the Custer house (you all have heard of him, general George Custer, of the Little Big horn infamy, his house .. it's recreated on the same ground exactly, (bricks were still there) (using a lot of their belongings) as it was then. Anyway.. when my nephew and I were there.. he was oh.. around 14 and I was about 20 or so.. we were going down the stairs, and someone was going up them and shoved us aside, only.... there was nobody there. I saw nobody, he saw nobody, but we could feel something, and I saw him jerk to the side right before I was jerked to the side. he turned to me, and said, did you feel that? I said, feel what? being skeptical .. he said, someone shoved me. He's never admitted to being sensitive. I said, Yeah, I sure did.. just checking to see if you felt the same thing I did. I saw you get shoved. Someone was in a hurry to get upstairs. Anyway.. so..

this year.. Kenna and I go there, high hopes, but afraid things might not go as hoped.. she had her epv recorder and I had my digi camera. We didn't take either in the Custer house, as weren't sure if the cameras would be allowed and the epv recorder would probably have a hard time discriminating between voices of people alive and dead. Although we only had 10 in the party, it probably would have worked fine. Anyway.. we went through the house, nothing.. we went through the barracks, nothing, I felt nothing, either place, slight feelings of being watched, but I attributed those to cameras I'm sure they had in the place for security.

BUT.. In the On a Slant village. hmm that was interesting.. I heard and Kenna heard native chanting in different areas.. there's no speakers where we were, and nobody else heard it. .. I heard and saw a little girl in old indian atire. She was hiding and watching us, and then giggled and ran away, i didn't see her again after that.

Then, at the infantry posts, Kenna and I had walked in, and I felt like we weren't alone, so, she turned on the epv and we walked up to the 2nd level, and as we walked around in there, I saw a shadow or a grey man sort of walk by underneath us, like he was pacing.. I jumped, as it surprised me, and said, is anyone there, nobody replied, I looked down there, nobody was there, clear view.. so, we continued walking around.. nothing. We walked up to the rooftop to look around, etc etc.. after we got home, we listened to the epv, and got a good one from there, Kenna thinks he's saying "are you lonely" or I think he's saying, "are you here for me" or something to that effect, I can't clearly make it out, but it is the best epv I've ever been involved with.  

Anyway.. was a very interesting trip.. They say Mrs custer still screams on the deck of the custer house every night mourning for him... I haven't stayed there and listened though..rotflmao.

I did ask the lady who was the interpreter for there though if there's been any weird expereinces there, and she was relatively new, and hadn't had any herself, but said there'd been a lot of activity there seen and felt by others.

TTYL and I welcome comments;Joanie 

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