Enchanted Rock State Natural Area spiritual Encounters With The Grim Reaper!
I guess I should start my story by giving you a short background of my information before I continue. You see all my life I been a witch but suppressed my gifts until the magical year of 2006 when I finally embraced all aspects of what my life is about. As a young child I always had the gift of seeing deceased people and things that were never human at all.
I also used Ouija boards in my teens to communicate to with the dearly departed but all that changed one fateful night when my older "Christian" brother in law barged in my room to let me know dinner was ready and I was in the middle of a conversation with the dead using my board. I casually looked up to him, smiled and asked if he wanted to talk to the dead with me but he understandably declined my request. Actually he was so freaked out and I got such a lecture about doing such terrible "Demonic things" that I suppressed my "Craft" until much later in life. That was the story of my life, but on the fateful day of 1989 I went to Enchanted Park. That literally changed my life and to this date I still don't know why I am alive? I have survivors guilt I suppose but I'm glad it happened and still wonder if this was some type of test for me?
The year was 1989, I was in my 8 year of suppressing witchcraft and pretended to be a full Christian that happened to also love the outdoors. I was working a lot of hours and needed some time away from the city to get back to the thing I loved most: Nature and all her beauty is what gave me peace and was the place I needed to be so I decided to go to Pedernales Falls State Park, which was my favorite place to be in other than Canyon lake. One of the themes to my outdoor adventures is that I usually only go when there is a threat of heavy rain so that I can have the park to myself since most people do not like to walk in the rain.
I was really looking forward to that day, and by the time I reached the park the Ranger reluctantly informed me they had to close the park down because of the threat of flash flooding. I understood that area is prone to flash flooding so I had to rethink my options and found to my surprise that Enchanted Rock Natural area was not terribly far from Pedernales Falls so I took a chance hoping it would be open.
I was very lucky when I drove to the park it was only lightly raining on ranch road 965 but 3 miles from the park I hit a wall with my car. A thick wall of fog and I had to drive extremely slow since the sharp curves and steep hills made driving treacherous. It was near 10am but the fog was so thick it seemed like it was twilight which made me feel uneasy!
Well about a mile from the park the fog lifted and it was fairly clear and I was just so inspired by the magical hill I grew to love! Enchanted Rock stands out from all the other hills of the area because it looks like a bald mountain with trees only around it's base. I checked in with the ranger and luckily he said that the park was open but to be very careful because the trails were wet and slippery from the light drizzle and fog that was coming in. I thanked him and drove my car to the final outpost of civilization which happened to be the parking lot to the trail head.
As I was heading to the mountain I kept seeing all kinds of warning signs that technical climbers needed to sign a waiver before proceeding. I suppose those warnings should have been a foreshadow of things to come but I wasn't planning on climbing around any of the technical areas I just wanted the safest way to the top so I could lose myself in nature for a bit.
Oh I just loved being on that massive billion year old rock, it really was a humbling feeling that my presence here would only be a blink of existence in the chapter of this rock's history as I continued climbing on the safe section of the hill.
As I was halfway up the hill I noticed that the fog I drove through was starting to arrive in the area and the few park buildings below were fading into and out of view as I continued my ascent on this incredible hill. It was strange, as the buildings faded out of view time began to get distorted for me and it seemed like I was going back in time with every step I took. It almost felt like I was somehow transported back to the middle 1800's with all traces of the buildings erased from the fog and then I saw something that startled me!
In the distance I noticed that Native Americans Elders were dancing in a circle and they seemed happy but they did not notice me. It was a strong vision and one I haven't had in such a long time since I suppressed my Craft and I was just trying to make sense of it all as I waited for the vision to pass so I could continue my climb.
Before I made it to the top of the hill I did slip on the wet rocks but nothing serious just an embarrassing fall that I was glad no one saw. Actually I was very lucky because I seemed to be the only one one the mountain, there were a few guests staying in their RV's below the mountain but I suppose the drizzle and fog kept them from exploring that day so I happily had the whole mountain to myself!
I don't know? Perhaps the vision of the Indians should have concerned me, but hey I'm a Christian (well witch) so these things didn't bother me, but I would like to mention whenever I try to become involved with Indian ways (since I have 27% Native American DNA) I always ended up in extremely dangerous situations almost as if I were cursed? I never understood why because I love and I'm proud of my Native American Heritage, it just seems that bad things happen when I try to get in touch with my Indian heritage and I felt like danger was approaching me!
As I finally made it to the top of the mountain it felt like I went back to prehistoric times and imagined I was a fat contented lizard sunbathing on the top of this wonderful rock I was calling home. It really felt good to be on the mountain and I felt like I belonged there but for some reason it kept feeling like I was transporting through time from the early prehistoric period to the 1800's. I climbed around a high area of the rock when I saw a vision of a settler pointing his rifle at me and it startled me, but the vision quickly faded and I kept wondering what strange forces were around me to cause me to have such strange visions?
I know this is kind of silly, but one of the things I loved to do back when I was young was collect 10 ounces of water all over the world I travel to and I even had water I collected from the top of Pikes Peak in Colorado Springs. I suppose all of the rain and drizzle around Enchanted Rock I was lucky to find ample pools of water from the craters around the rock so I collected 10 ounces of that precious water and traded it with 10 ounces of my precious drinking water because I felt that it was only fair to give an even trade with the mountain I grew to love.
Well after my little trade with the mountain it was around 1pm and the fog just rolled in from the East and consumed the mountain I was on. The fog became so thick that I couldn't see my hand in front of me it was that bad and any trace of daylight was lost and it was very eerie feeling, even for a suppressed witch!
Well I want you to know that I'm fairly good at navigation and even traveled in the dark primitive areas of Pedernales Falls with no trouble, but this fog was so bad I quickly lost my bearings. I just wonder? Was the water I was taking from the mountain somehow related to the trouble I was getting in? I attempted to get water 3 times from this area on other visits and out of the 100's of water samples I collected from other areas of the world, the only ones that broke were from this mountain!
I was terribly lost as I was trying to find my way back to the safe descent of the hill but the more I walked the steeper the trail got. The trail was getting so steep that I had to use all four points of my body to keep from falling and the slippery rocks weren't helping! It was getting so bad that I had to move one foot, then the other, my hand and then the other just to move a foot it was that terrible!
I knew I was in danger but I think the scariest part was wondering how high I was and would I fall a couple of feet or hundreds of feet if I lost my grip? I didn't have a clue.
It didn't take long for my question to be answered because it seemed more supernatural things were happening to me! Just out of
Nowhere the fog completely cleared away and I was able to see my fate. I was right on the edge of an extremely steep cliff and if I lost my grip I was going to fall about a hundred feet below! It seemed like I was 20 feet from the top of the hill and I wondered how in the world I didn't fall from such a steep angle? There was absolutely no way I could have made it to this edge without falling and wondered how I ever made it here?
In all my life I never really panicked, but every time I tried to move I kept slipping closer to the edge of my doom! I got mad but not scared when I was in the middle of canyon lake in 34 degree weather when I was rowing my inflatable boat and was trapped for hours trying to fight the head wind to cross back to the other side. I even had a similar experience in Guam when I was admiring an incredible beautiful water fall when I slipped and slid near the edge of a 150 foot crevice, but I made it out relatively quick. But here I was trying to keep from falling while facing unknown supernatural things as well. It really frightened me and my body began shaking all over which wasn't helping me to keep from falling!
Well only a few feet away I noticed there seemed to be an opening to a cave and I slowly crawled to it. I could tell it went straight down but to what I wasn't sure. I did have experience in climbing down caves before and I could see there was light about 20 feet down. I just hoped and prayed it would continue on down to safety so I decided to take a chance to see if I could make it down safely.
I was carrying a small backpack with me but because of the caves confined space I decided it would be better to drop my pack down to the bottom before I attempted to climb down myself. Before I dropped my pack I carefully wrapped the water I collected so it wouldn't break. Well when my backpack hit the bottom of the cave I heard the glass shatter viciously, it was the victim of a 20 foot fall, I just hope I wouldn't be the next victim and carefully climbed down the crevice.
I made it to the bottom of the cave and carefully looked to the opening where the light was coming from, but I was still too high and there was no way I could safely get down! Well I was safe in the cave and wondered how long it would take for someone to realize I was missing because there was no way I was going to make it back up from where I climbed down! I didn't think like this for long though, mainly because of my stubborn pride and foolishness! I got myself into this situation and I wasn't going to put anyone else's lives in danger to rescue me so if I fall to my death that is the way it had to be.
I guess this is where I kind of lost it, nearly two hours had passed in this extremely dangerous situation I was in and it seemed like pure instincts kicked in. I didn't feel human anymore, just this determined primal animal that was going to climb out of this cave and that is exactly what I did!
I got back to the edge of the extremely dangerous cliff and tried to slowly make my way back to the top of the mountain. It was strange, I had to climb up to get to safety so that I could get to the other side where the slopes were gentle. So I moved my backpack, then my foot, then the other foot, my hand, then the other one and made the forward progress of 1 foot! I was trying my best not to fall and made it 5 feet away from the edge, but then I slipped and slid right back to the edge where I would have fallen over 100 feet if I did not stop in time!
I was depressed, but I didn't give up so I had to start all over again and slowly made my way this time around 10 feet from the edge. It wasn't as steep in the area I was in and I was actually able to walk normally but I still had to find some way to climb 20 feet to the top of the hill which was very steep! Still to this day I don't know how I kept from falling from this area. It was almost as if the fog transported me to the most dangerous area of the mountain where I had to find my way back and then it came!
It was the most scary thing I have ever seen in my life, it looked like a dark Angel that was flying above me. I couldn't see it's face but it seemed like death, like there was a skeleton in the black robe it was wearing. It looked at me for a few seconds and then it flew away as fast as it arrived and I never saw it again thankfully! I don't know what that thing was, I've seen non human spirits before but nothing like this. It almost reminded me of the Grim Reaper or Hades? The only problem is that I always believed these things were just legends and never existed, but now I'm not so sure.
Well other than the vision of the Indians, the settler pointing his rifle at me and the Dark Angel that crept up on me I had one final problem to face. I had to find some way to jump 20 feet straight up to safety because there was no way to climb up on the edge I was facing and if I didn't make it I would fall to my death. Up to this point my backpack kept me alive because it made me slow down to keep from running at the wrong time, but is this the right time now? I had a few feet I could run and prayed the momentum could help me run up the steep hill I was facing!
I decided to go for it so with all my might I ran as if my life depended on it and ran to the wall with all the force I could carry! I only made it 10 feet up the wall though and was 10 feet short and knew my life was over!
Instead of falling to my death though something so incredible happened and it was the most bizarre and supernatural thing I ever experienced in my entire life. It felt as if something was pushing me up the wall and I felt like I flew the last 10 feet I needed to safety! It was the most impossible thing I ever experienced and I understand people won't believe me, but it happened, it somehow miraculously happened and I made it to the top alive and well!
Oh it was such a relief to be at the top of the mountain where I could finally go to the other side to safety. It was dark by the time I made it to the top but the fog mysteriously cleared and I was able to get my bearings to go to the easy safe trail to the bottom.
I was so relieved and happy I don't remember what I was singing but it was gently happy songs as I made my way down the mountain. Although I was happy I became extremely sore, I guess my muscles knew it was safe to complain to me from the tremendous pressure and agony I put them through!
Since I was so sore from my ordeal I went to the showers the camp brochure proudly proclaimed was warm and inviting, but when I got to the showers only cold water came out. Oh well so much for a warm shower to soothe my aching muscles haha, I was just glad to be alive and decided to go straight home to get into a warm bath for comfort.
Well as I was leaving the shower area a father and his son had such bewildered looks on their faces when they saw me and they abruptly left. I just smiled and began to exit the building as well but before I did I saw movement in the mirror that caught my eye. I carefully went to the mirror and was amazed at what I saw! It was me but I looked like a wild animal with thousands of tiny droplets of water on my hair I suppose from the drizzle and fog I encountered that day. I also had a peaceful look on my face so I just smiled, walked out the building and went to my car to drive home.
The next day I found out to my horror that a young 18 year old boy fell off a mountain 60 or so miles from my location by Garner State park on a hill/cliff area that was called Mount Baldy! He died from his injuries and I couldn't help but wonder if that dark angel that came to me at Enchanted Rock was supposed to take my life or his? I was 24 years old at the time and I wonder how similar did I look to the poor young man who died that day! Did the dark angel make a mistake? I don't know, but I lived and the poor kid didn't, I guess that is where the survivors guilt came in!
The last thing I want to say about Enchanted rock is that I went back to it around 6 more times, I thankfully didn't have any more supernatural experiences happen to me but I did try to get more 2 more samples of water from the area on different occasions and on each occasion both glass containers broke within 24 hours of collecting water from the park. I vowed to never try taking water from the area ever again and still wonder how in the world I was able to fly on that fateful first day I visited the park?