(01-06-2024, 01:22 AM)Stonerwilliam Wrote: It took me 40 years to finally listen to my gut instinct or the klaxon in my head as I call it .
I smoked a couple of joints a week back then and just put it down to a paranoid mind shrugged my shoulders and carried on , I lived in a really old property in the north of Scotland 30 + years ago that no one would live in for more than a few weeks before fleeing , if it had not been for my pets reactions I would have thought I was going nuts with what was going on in that cottage , doors banging ,milk cartons flying across the kitchen and really heavy boots clanking up and down the stairs and all this while I lived there alone .
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Good to have someone from Scotland weigh in on it! You should have a firmer grasp of the "second sight" than even most of the literature, having lived it rather than just writing a paper about it.
Some times, you've just got to set your foot down as you did when you told a spook to either fuck off or pay some rent, I used to live in a house in Burlington, NC that was haunted. My son slept in an upstairs bedroom that he swore was haunted by a little old black lady, but I never saw her. After he left, however, I did sleep up there upon occasion, and one evening as I was laying in bed, but still awake, "something" got into the bed with me, behind me. You know how a bed sinks when someone gets in it? that's how it felt. I think whatever it was was trying to spook me. Anyhow, I never even rolled over, I just said out loud "you stay on your side of the bed, and we'll get along fine, but you come over here where I am, and we're gonna have some massive trouble that you ain't gonna like". After a minute or so, I felt the bed rise again like whatever it was got out, and was never troubled by it again.
You mentioned Sutherland. I live in an area of the Appalachian Mountains settled by Scot-Irish and German settlers, and Sutherland is a pretty prominent name around here, but s far as I know I've no kinship to any of them. The only Scots in my own family tree that I can name are lowlanders from Ayrshire, but when I had my DNA tested, I have some close kinship with some bones dug out of a Pict graveyard in Balintore, which I believe is up in the Highalnds, as well as some truly ancient bones (Neolithic or Early Bronze Age) from out on the Orkneys, and a couple of other Bronze Age burials at other points around Scotland.
I mention that because IF it truly is genetic, and there is a strong tradition of the Second Sight in Scotland, I can at least point to a potential source of the gene in my family tree.
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“Trouble rather the tiger in his lair than the sage among his books. For to you kingdoms and their armies are things mighty and enduring, but to him they are but toys of the moment, to be overturned with the flick of a finger.”
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake