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ANYWAY, the story I started to type before I got sidetracked. I am part Cherokee, belonging to the Western Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. My grandfather on my mom's side was a full blood and practiced medicine. He always said when all of us grandkids were little, that we were all born with gifts. Gifts that the Great Spirit gave us for our protection, as well as to help other people, and to never take money from people to help them. The Great Spirit gives freely, so he expects us to give our gifts freely. It's too bad that others with these gifts have gotten greedy. Anyway, He told us that more than likely as we grew older they would seem to disapear, but would always come back to us when we needed them.

This particular incident happened about 2 years ago when I was 23. I am a single father of a nine year old soon to be ten (Yeah, I know I was young) Anyway, he has gifts too, and at the time he was only seven years old, and was still in communication with his Spirit Guide(some people call these "imaginary play-mates") We were getting ready to go on a drive through the mountains one sunday afternoon after church, but he begged me not to, because Frank (his guide) told him there was gonna be a bad car wreck. Well, I have always tried to encourage my son to listen to his instincts, so we didn't go. (there was a seven car pile up on that afternoon on the highway we would have been traveling on)

Anyway, we decided to go out in the woods and walk. We were walkin in familiar areas on the back of my grand-parents property. There is a side trail that leads down the mountain that I had always wanted to go down, but Grandfather would never take me. We got to the side trail, and I decided "why not, we can always turn around and come back if it gets to going too far." Well, we walked down, and down, and down, and down for probably a mile and a half until we got to the bottom of the hill. When we got down there, there was a pond with a man-made dam, and several foundations of old buildings. My granny told me later that this used to be an old CCC Camp during the depression (Civilian Conservation Corps)They built alot of the state parks around here during the depression when work was scarce.

Anyway, we walked a little farther down the trail and came to a building that was still partially standing. Brett's first instict as a seven year old little boy, was to go inside and explore it. I also had this notion, but as we got closer, the hair on the back of my head felt like it was standing straight up, and Brett, who was running ahead of me, stopped dead in his tracks and said "Daddy, look at the wolf over there." I looked over in the direction he was pointing, and saw nothing. I told him it was probably a stray dog because there haven't been wolves around here in over a hundred years. He said "No, it was a wolf, just like the one that was in the picture on our family room wall." I said "Well, i believe you if that's what you saw, but I didn't see it." He said "Daddy, I don't like that building anymore. The wolf told me it was a mean place."

Once again the hair stood straight up on the back of my head.. not out of fear, but out of a vague recolection of something from my child hood. I remembered my grandfather telling us that we were from the Wolf Clan of the Cherokee and that the wolf was our guardian, and would warn us of danger. I had never seen it, but here my son was telling me that he seen a wolf, and it spoke to him. Well, we high tailed it out of there because I got scared all of a sudden. When we got back to my granny's house, I told her about the place. She said she knew about it, but grandfather wouldn't permit anyone to go there because it was "unhappy". She said that she never understood what could be so un happy about a CCC camp, but grandfather was sure of it, so she would never go down that trail when she was gathering wild herbs and roots.

Well, we went home, but I stayed awake all night. I too was wondering what could be so dark and shady about a CCC camp's past to make the land it sat on "un-happy". I called a friend of mine in Tahlequah who is part Kiowa Indian, who is a gifted medium and can speak to spirits. SHe said she would be glad to come with me to the spot as long as my grandmother permitted it. I called my grandmother and she was hesitant, but at last said that she too was curious to know what was so shady about the place.

I want to mention that this camp is not on my families property. It is on property that adjoins ours, and is owned by the cherokee nation. It is not very well known about because it is in a very rural location in the mountains, and there is only one other way to access it other than through the trail on our property. And that way is even harder than ours. You have to hike 5 miles off the dirt road through thick under brush on a trail that is no wider than bicicle wheels in places, and is hard to follow.)

Anyway, I made the appointment with Diane the following saturday afternoon. I like my son to be exposed to this stuff, so i naturally took him, along with my cousin who see's auras. We were walking along the main trail on our property when we came about a quarter of a mile from the side trail, when Diane said that she was feeling a very violent presence. It intesified the closer we got to the trail. Eventually she was in front of us leading the way, and went directy to the side trail without instruction from us. She said she was following the source of the presence she felt.

When we got to the actual camp, she asked "What kind of camp did you say this was?" I told her, and she said "Are you sure about that? I am getting something much worse than that. I am getting the same feeling I got when I toured the concentration camps in Germany." I was like "Well, thats what my grandmother said it was." We proceeded on to the building I told you about where Brett saw the wolf. Once again, Brett stopped dead in his tracks, and wouldn't move any further. I said "Come on son, I'm right here." He said "I don't like that man." I said "What man?" He said, "The man standing at the door." I looked and didn't see anything, but the hair on the back of my neck. I didn't know what to say, so I asked him to describe the man to me. He described a bald man, with a green uniform. I asked if he was white, black or indian. He said he was white.

During this whole time, Diane and my cousin were up ahead of us, and hadn't heard any of mine and Brett's conversation. I asked Brett what the man was doing now. He said "Dianes talking to him." I looked over there, and sure enough, she was standing in the doorway talking.

I wish I had time to tell more of the details of this day. In all, Diane talked to 6 ghosts that day. Brett saw all six of them. What we found out was that it wasn't really a CCC camp, but was a camp that held 30 Nazi Prisinors of War during World War 1 or 2. The building that was stills tanding that scared my son to death was a building where the POW's were beaten by American soldiers, and often locked in the cells for days without food or water.

I know this is hard to believe. I still have trouble believing it. I hate to think that Americans are as bad as foriegners in some situations. We have looked into trying to find out proof about this place, but have not found anything. The Cherokee Nation didn't even know of it's existence, and all the old locals say that it was a CCC camp. So, I really don't know. I have one question though. Most of the state parks the CCC's worked on were in Arkansas and were over 60 miles away, so why would they camp so far away, and in such a remote location, without any remains of roads in and out of the place, other than 2 narrow trails? Judging by the ruins, the buildings were made from local stones, and the rest of the stuff could have been carried in on foot. It just doesn't make sense.

I can sometimes doubt the legitimacy of my friend diane, but i KNOW my son saw something, and I KNOW I felt a bad "unsettled" feeling, and that my grandpa forbade any of us from walking down that trail.

We haven't been back since that day, because of something my son saw, that he still won't tell me. All I know is that it scared him to the point he wouldn't sleep in a room by himself for 2 weeks. I am glad that he can just barely remember that day.

We are all doing well now. Diane now operates a shop in Muldrow, Oklahoma and gives Tarot Readings, and Palm Readings. Brett hasn't mentioned "Frank" his spirit guide in over a year now, and seems to be growing out of his gifts. much like I did. Me on the other hand, since that day seem to be gaining my gifts back. I have started having flashes again, and there is the illness thing I mentioned eariler.

I know I got out of hand with descriptions that have little to do with the story, and it may not have very much to do with this web-site, but I thought some of you might enjoy reading it. I am a Christian, and this kind of stuff is frowned upon by the church, yet it is a part of me and my family. I am not ashamed of it, and don't try to hide it.

Mike

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