To tell this story, I'll have to admit something I don't usually bring up because I don't want it to be an issue.
Until last month, my son and I were gypsy roving in our van. We lived pretty comfortably and healthy since we know how to do outdoor reasonably well, and we earn a living as vendors at music events and cleaning. So understandably, we have a pretty good relationship with the outdoors: forests, parks, empty lots. We can forage, and we know what critters in the dark look and sound like.
Everywhere we've gone, if you sit out quietly at night and relax, with your mind just easy with now and the community of the flora around you, you will see this hazy glow around certain trees and bushes, and especially water. If you see an especially pulsing one (no, I don't mean while smoking that), there will be a spring underground somewhere. This has faithfully been true anywhere we've gone.
My son (who has Aspergers Syndrome) can see this all the time, but modern life makes it difficult for the rest of us to see in the daylight. One of our favorite parking spots was a block of empty properties slated for turning into a shopping center, but at this time were a collection of abandoned old eighty year old homes with old trees and gardens where people came with their dogs and to picnic.
The dog was the first one to stare at a row of trees and do a low growl, stop, look really surprised, and then romp over to the patch of sand by the trees and roll over on his back and do his "pet my belly" roll. I said to my son, "I wonder what Finigen's got going on over there?!" My son said, "Well, it's pretty busy over there, but it's all positive, so it's ok." I had to ask what did he meant by busy? He always says, "Can't you see it?" or something like this. He hasn't figured out yet that a lot of people can't see things the way he can. Sometimes I can, but not this time. So I trusted my son and the dog and I backed the van up close to the trees and we set out chairs and started dinner.
While I was picking up sticks around the trees, I felt this noticeable electric energy by one especially. It was kind of a ball of energy, it stayed in one spot, it was warm and sort of calming. So I stood there and kept swaying in and out of the ball of energy. Really it was becoming meditative, it felt so good. And just as I began to realize this is where my dog went belly up and was still looking a little drunk, I heard from far away..."Mom, you look like you are pretending to be a tree." I still looked a little drunk too, so my son came over to stand in the energy ball and started to smile. Only he didn't lose it like I did because he could see it all along.
At night you could see little hazes of light everywhere there. And very faint figures of people, like a whole community going about it's business, just barely visible. They weren't negative, everybody got a very positive vibe from the place. We made a seat there just to meditate in the morning with the trees. We did some dowsing and there was an underground spring there, which was confirmed by the contractor in charge of the site.
Everyone in the neighborhood has had some positive experience around that particular area and has a theory about what or who the spirits are. Sprites, ghosts, nature spirits of a number of traditions. I won't commit to a theory, but I'm throwing it out there that this kind of knowledgeable entity with no ugly agenda is out there and willing to interact positively with anyone.
Oh there was only one negative, a man who we later discovered had a homicide in his past, who kept saying he felt the heebeegeebies there so he left. The rest of us felt very safe. I was hoping some of the YGSers would have some theories, especially about the people that were almost visible.