Posted on May 2, 2014 at 12:40 AM

As tainted as Point Pleasant seemed, Woodward Cave is sacred: good spirits a plenty. We stayed in a cottage just yards away from the mouth of the cave, and about twilight I swore I saw a misty blue spirit drift out from the totem pole. I had only slept a couple of hours the night before, so after returning from Penn's Cave, passed-out until after one in the morning. That's when I went out on the porch and experienced lots of wyrd things. First, looking out towards the cave and the totem pole, I could see lots of strange movements amongst the mist, more blueish shapes, also there were oval patterns of gold bars flashing in the dark. Then, right alongside the cottage, where the car was parked, I could hear several bodies walking through the gravel drive. At first, I got really spooked, but then, I got a very warm feeling in my chest, and started experiencing all sorts of wonderful expressions through my mind's eye. I do have Seneca ancestors, and I felt as if they knew this and were welcoming me. I got the feeling that it was a seriously sacred place, also that they liked my pajamas, which is pretty funny, as they are intricate green patterns of jewel tones, and I do think the ancient natives would have gotten a kick out of them. First, I felt one in particular that was right alongside the porch. He liked my smoke, (I was smoking). He said his name was Ghost Bear; actually, he said his name in Seneca language, which was something three syllables, with an Sh, and lots of vowels, but I knew what he meant. He had a bear skin headdress and showed me that he had killed a big mean brown bear that also haunted the spot, they were entwined, or twin spirits, something like that: his totem, he related this all to me. There was also a Medicine Man who wore a buffalo headdress with short dark horns, and he also told me his name: something with a Ch, ai... Anyways, he seemed to have a lot to talk about, as I think he followed me back into the cottage, as I got all of these different impressions from him while I was in the bathroom, and the door opened and closed on it's own, as if he had followed me in. First, he was telling me that if I made a rattle I could call them. I do know how to make native rattles, as Grand Pap made them, but all the while, in my mind, I was discussing with him how I'd make a different kind, with magic spirit rock chips, instead of dried berries on the rattler. He was telling me how the animal skin was crucial, as it carried the spirit of the stag on the drum part, but I doubt my rattle will be made of skin and gut. Then, we discussed magic wands and the Great Spirit. I think there was also a woman wrapped in a cougar pelt, and in my mind's eye I could see a whole community of long wooden houses, dark and smoky inside, comfortable. I got the feeling that these guys were from the 1640s... Anyways, there were other spirits that moved through the cottage too: all good. A British soldier named Jonathan Edwards, but not the Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God one, and Ralph Bellamy, from the 1940s... All very wyrd for me to get all these names and stuff... Anyways, there was no way I was going back to sleep, so first made a video in the dark of all of the happenings, then, another, of the cave at sunrise. The videos are on Daily Motion: https://www.dailymotion.com/dana-lee2.