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Post by whitefeather on Mar 4, 2019 15:49:49 GMT
This is not a Dogman, or even a cryptid story per se, but it is the experience which sparked my interest in such things.
From the time I was fourteen I spent most of my Autumn afternoons hunting a large patch of forest behind my Grandparents property. Most of it was dense, old-growth evergreens. Dim and shadowy even on a sunny day. There was one copse of hardwoods among the evergreens. It was about fifty yards by one hundred yards and once the leaves fell it was considerably brighter and more pleasant looking than the surrounding forest. It looked like an ideal place to find grey squirrels and other small game, yet I never saw a single animal there. I also noticed that the place gave me the "Heebie-Jeebies" for no apparent reason, no matter how hard I tried, after a few minutes I'd get uncomfortable and move on. After I turned sixteen and could hunt deer there was almost always snow on the ground. It was clear from the tracks that the deer and even other hunters avoided this spot, and if they crossed it always increased their pace. I clearly remember the last time I ventured there. It was during deer season and I was in my early twenties. That day I happened to be hunting with a Winchester Big Bore 94 in .375 win. and my Dan Wesson .44 mag revolver was on my belt as usual. I'm sharing this to point out that I was more than adequately armed for deer or bear in upstate N.Y., and that I was well aware of this. Still, after a very short time sitting on a downed tree trunk, I found myself looking over my shoulder constantly, as if something was sneaking up on me. There was a part of my brain that knew this wasn't true, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in danger and walked out of that place for the last time.
That was hands-down the strangest piece of ground I ever set foot on, and I can't begin to formulate a guess as to why it felt "wrong".
NOTE: This story is told without any embellishment. Make of it what you will.
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Post by ag47 on Mar 4, 2019 16:40:44 GMT
Thanks whitefeather. I've encountered places that didn't feel right, even rooms and areas in buildings. I can't recall a particular one in the woods, but I do remember being afraid in some of the deep forest places my Dad took me on hikes when I was a kid. There was a feeling like something bad was there.
***Moved to its own thread so it won't get buried***
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Post by whitefeather on Mar 5, 2019 16:15:50 GMT
Hey Ag47,
I shared the story because it seems a fair number of Dogman encounters include the Witness(es) reporting an uncomfortable feeling prior to the actual sighting.
This is not to imply that I think a Dogman frequented those woods, just that it's a common aspect of reports that I've experienced first-hand.
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Post by ag47 on Mar 5, 2019 18:09:03 GMT
Whitefeather - understood. It's a very interesting encounter and I appreciate your sharing it. I put it in its own thread so it won't get buried in one thread if everyone starts putting theirs in the same thread. I pinned my original post to the top and locked it, so everyone can just start a new thread for their encounter if they want to.
I wish we'd get more posts on people's encounters.
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Post by Con on Mar 6, 2019 13:21:38 GMT
Thanks for sharing whitefeather. Yep, I've had that kind of feeling too. I actually remember sitting on some bleachers by our schools sports ground and I was always looking over my shoulder into the woods directly behind us for some reason. My friend who was sitting next to me told me to "stop being paranoid" but I guess I must have felt something. Same country where I had that odd calm feeling by that orthodox church I told you guys about a while ago, as well as the other odd feelings in the woods.
Not saying it's dogman, could be other stuff, but it's definitely weird. Actually, I'm back in the UK now and one of my friends lives in a bad part of the city. At night there I get the worst feeling, and the only way I can describe it is that it feels like a vampire is going to jump out of the darkness and I get a mental picture of a Nosferatu type of thing. I can only guess that it's just a particularly nasty area at night.
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Post by whitefeather on Mar 6, 2019 21:43:06 GMT
Thanks Guys, Ag, now I get it. Con, You're not talking about the Whitechapel area are you?
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Post by Con on Mar 7, 2019 16:06:34 GMT
Lol, nope (thank goodness)! I live in Scotland on the East coast, this was a more open neighbourhood with those tall apartment buildings. There's a hospital nearby, so one would assume the dark feeling is from the hospital, only when I get to the hospital, I feel so much safer and the feeling goes away. There's a wooded park nearby too, and the same thing there, the dark feeling goes away again. It's centred around that neighbourhood for some reason.
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Post by whitefeather on Mar 8, 2019 12:49:15 GMT
Con,
I don't think I've ever mentioned it here, but I spent about four years as a student of John Michael Greer. He is one of the premier Occultists in the U.S.. In his teachings we are taught that emotional energy (for lack of a better word) from events can stain a physical location much the same way spilled paint does and that the more traumatic the event, the deeper the stain. We all have the natural ability to perceive these remaining emotions, but most of us are either too distracted to notice them or have been conditioned to ignore them.
Although my opinion is biased, I do believe this to be true.
I didn't include this in my post because it's pretty far off topic, and I'm interested in what other people think. I see now that I probably should have.
Coming back around to Dogman, any experienced Woodsman can tell you that when there is a predator around, the feeling changes. Some of this is obvious, such as birds and small animals suddenly going silent, but some of it is really only a feeling. My guess is that this is the feeling of "dread" that is often reported before a Dogman sighting.
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Post by Con on Mar 8, 2019 23:48:14 GMT
That's really cool whitefeather! I'm from a family of, what I can only describe as, sensitive people, from my grandmother passed down my mothers side. I'm sure most of my mother's side of the family have it and some of them try to ignore it, but it's there. My mother doesn't ignore it and I've been finding out recently that I've got a tuned in sense for places and people too. Events can absolutely stain a place, and in all honesty I think it's almost an unspoken truth among everyone (at least from what I've learned) that it happens, just that some people are uncomfortable with that fact I think. And yeah, most people are generally too distracted or otherwise to notice. I think that's why some people poo-poo hunters and outdoors-men when they say they saw or felt something, but being in the outdoors myself and having odd experiences, I can understand those odd feelings.
I do wonder what's in that neighbourhood then. Do you think maybe it's a dogman or something else? Maybe even something mundane? There's enough woodland to hide something passing through the city, and we're near enough to the edge of the city for something to sneak in under the cover of night, so who knows. Knowing my luck, if it was something it probably had its eyes on me the whole time lol
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Post by whitefeather on Mar 9, 2019 2:22:20 GMT
Con,
Until you or someone else actually has a face-to-face encounter or finds some other evidence such as tracks I don't think there is any way to realistically form an opinion as to why that area has that feeling. If you were going to research the area my suggestion would be to look into its history for notable events occurring there. I would think that if something happened that was traumatic enough to leave an emotional stain, it would probably have been a newsworthy event.
My understanding is that these remaining trace emotions do fade over time, so if an event was the cause it most likely could be discovered fairly easily. By that I mean within the last couple centuries, not something from antiquity. Once you are able to rule out emotional "ghosts" then you could start looking for causes in the present, like a predator of some type frequenting it.
Of course a Dogman could be the cause, but I imagine there are a number of more common predators that could also be responsible.
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Post by barbindallas on Mar 10, 2019 18:59:19 GMT
<<I don't think I've ever mentioned it here, but I spent about four years as a student of John Michael Greer. He is one of the premier Occultists in the U.S.. In his teachings we are taught that emotional energy (for lack of a better word) from events can stain a physical location much the same way spilled paint does and that the more traumatic the event, the deeper the stain. We all have the natural ability to perceive these remaining emotions, but most of us are either too distracted to notice them or have been conditioned to ignore them. >> Whitefeather, This makes perfect sense. I sold real estate for 12+ years. Usually when I showed a house I could sense whether it had a happy family living there, or not. I could pick up divorce, financial distress, etc. Later I took a class that included a section on psychometry. By studying a photo of a person’s face (seems we need to be able to see the eyes in the photo), or holding a personal object, most of us in the class could pick up accurate and identifying details about the person in the photo, or about the owner who wore/carried that object. Feels very similar to what you felt in that patch of forest. Also why the wildlife seemed to avoid it. Barb
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Post by whitefeather on Mar 11, 2019 12:52:40 GMT
Hi Barb,
Yes, and I agree, I never meant to imply that human beings were the only species capable of perceiving this. It's quite possible that we are particularly bad at it, for the reasons I mentioned earlier.
I also think that because of our cultural norms, women in general, are more likely to pay attention to these subtle impressions, while men are more likely to ignore them. I will add the caveat that I believe this difference in sensitivity to be caused nearly entirely by nurture, with nature having endowed men and women approximately equally.
I'm curious to know Barb, have you experienced anything similar during your cryptid research? Specifically related to Dogman, as they seem to be associated with feelings of dread or deep fear more often than other cryptids as far as I can tell.
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Post by barbindallas on Mar 11, 2019 19:01:32 GMT
Hi Barb, Yes, and I agree, I never meant to imply that human beings were the only species capable of perceiving this. It's quite possible that we are particularly bad at it, for the reasons I mentioned earlier. I also think that because of our cultural norms, women in general, are more likely to pay attention to these subtle impressions, while men are more likely to ignore them. I will add the caveat that I believe this difference in sensitivity to be caused nearly entirely by nurture, with nature having endowed men and women approximately equally. I'm curious to know Barb, have you experienced anything similar during your cryptid research? Specifically related to Dogman, as they seem to be associated with feelings of dread or deep fear more often than other cryptids as far as I can tell. Hi Whitefeather, You have a couple of really interesting concepts here. And no worries.... I didn't think you meant that only humans perceived subtle energies. To me, it seems a big percentage of humankind is the last to notice subtle energy! If one of my dogs takes notice of something, I am the one playing catch-up! I think you are spot on that cultural norms, and nurture, are largely responsible for the differences in how men and women perceive things. Even the old "left brain, right brain" dichotomy has been challenged recently. In the book "Top Brain, Bottom Brain: Surprising Insights into How You Think" (November 5, 2013 by Stephen Kosslyn and G. Wayne Miller), the authors state, "It would be an illuminating theory if it did not have one major drawback: It is simply not supported by science." <sigh> Just thinking out loud with you, Whitefeather. In my EFT classes, women outnumbered men 8 to 1. In my metaphysical studies, it was more like 12 women to 1 man. Is there a stigma for men in pursuing "touchy/feely" topics? Maybe U.S. men need to feel an overwhelming aptitude for it before they feel they can study it "in public?" I have no clue. Yet, so many Dogman eyewitnesses (irrespective of gender) say they were overcome by feelings of danger or fear, even before they consciously knew what they should be afraid of. It sure sounds like Dogman produces a much stronger fear response than, say, Bigfoot. In fact, during a few Shamanic meditations, Bigfoot came to me twice as my Spirit Animal. I know there is a big division between the camps as to whether Bigfoot is a spiritual creature, or a dangerous one. Whereas nearly everyone seems to feel that Dogman is dangerous. The fear reaction shows that our amygdala is in fine form even today.... it's how we instinctively know someone is staring at us from behind. The amygdala is charged with keeping us safe, and will trigger fight/freeze/flight the moment it feels our survival is threatened. It seems when a Dogman is near, the amygdala jumps up and down like crazy to alert us. Interestingly, this article states there actually is a big disparity between the sizes of the male vs. female amygdala (https://brainworldmagazine.com/unlocking-reptilian-brain-understanding-amygdala). That surprised me! But at the end of the day, I don't think men are as encouraged to listen to their gut in the same way that women are. You gave me a lot to think about, all of it valuable. In my line of work, clients just want to dump "old baggage," regardless of whether it was put there by cryptids or humans. Thanks for that! Barb
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Post by whitefeather on Mar 11, 2019 22:37:06 GMT
Thanks very much Barb,
Sounds like you're quite well versed in occult subjects yourself!
I do think that we are getting a bit too far off topic for this board however. If you'd like to correspond regarding non Dogman related subjects please feel free to email me at: vdc9119@aol.com
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Post by trolljegeren on Aug 8, 2020 1:56:41 GMT
I think I can relate to the sentiment described in the OP. Having explored a lot of out of the way places, I have come into areas that screamed I don’t belong there. I can’t say it was due to any corporeal resident of the place but also can’t rule that out. What comes to mind is the primitiveness of the land, as if humans had no relationship to it nor had they “civilized” it by any means—resource extraction, hunted or dwelled. If a human traveler should have happened upon these types of places, my sense is they would have been passed up as a rest stop and surely never camped in, because they don’t feel right. I’ve come upon 2 of those in the North Maine Woods, most of which has been cut over at some point in it’s history but there are crags up where logging wouldn’t have made economic sense, the trees are gnarly and trunks are bent due to exposure—small pockets of primeval wilds where it seems a spirit of the land still holds sway or some such. My most recent run-in was in the SE UT desert. I had spent 5 days tucked in at the end of a rough and little used 2-track along the rim of a rarely visited side canyon. My first morning there started as most did, sitting in a camp chair at the edge of the rim drinking my coffee and watching the sun gradually light up the canyon below. Then I heard the running footsteps behind me and I had the time, while still hearing them approach, to think: "dammit, I hate talking to people before a morning chill and cuppa joe, what, is some Tarahumara running back to Mexico?? Who the heck runs out this way?? darn ultra-marathon types interrupting my morning--how far out do I need to get??..." before I stood up, took off my sunglasses and prepared to attempt a hospitable good morning, turned around and no one was there, nothing at all. Two days later, I had hiked along the rim and clambered over a domed uplift at the edge, maybe 200’ higher than the rim proper that had a sliver of an arched "window" at the top. The far side went straight down the canyon maybe 500-600’ I found a way down and went below the rim and followed the arc of the bowl for maybe a mile. On my return, rather than up and over the uplift I went below it, one tier down from the rim elevation in hopes that I could find a way back up. I tell you, that was a no-mans-land, I wasn’t wanted there. The sky darkened, the wind picked up with a howl, temperature dropped 8-10 degrees, all in concert. In these cases I supplicate with tobacco(and in desert lands, water) and make haste to depart. All I know is it’s palpable when I enter and I know it when I leave.
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