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Oct 3

Grassman58: Solo Camping At Nile Lake

Grassman58 writes “Went out and did a night of solo camping at Nile Lake. Heard a strange singing moan.”

 

6 Responses to “Grassman58: Solo Camping At Nile Lake”

  1. Ron S

    This guy seems pretty relatable to me. I could see it being very difficult trying to gather entertaining evidence IF you are the kind of person looking for it, which I am not…Idk what the deal is, it just happens a lot and it’s not due to lack of knowledge of what I’m picking up with any of my given senses. I actually just started to go to meetings to share paranormal experiences with strangers and it was much more difficult to share than I thought, it was like an AA meeting for unfortunate witnesses lol…(and no, they don’t wear white coats there ya chuckleheads). The room was full of PTSD like someone was pumping it in like a fog machine. I feel better having shared, and knowing I’m not alone from in person accounts actually felt like the next step beyond blabbering all over Wes’s site, but a huge thanks to Wes for getting me this far! This site really matters

  2. Linda B

    Ron S, you’re right on so many points. This site does really matter. I’ve tried to watch other podcasts and I appreciate their efforts but what we have with Wes is like family sharing their deepest secrets and they are sensitive subjects being shared in a totally, entirely rare, trusted environment. We really can’t thank you enough, Wes.

    • Ron S

      Thanks Linda, I like the necklace btw. Brett from Paranormal Portal posed an interesting question, something about: How we feel about it becoming popular or trendy for so many people lately to try and pursue investigations or gain evidence of either Sasquatch, ghosts or the paranormal.
      Well gee…thanks for that little trail of Raisinetts to the rabbit hole Brett!….lol…. I’d be interested in hearing some opinions on the subject. Do some people have a natural calling or set of abilities, skills or handicaps to become an inevitable identity, as a way of order in the world? Are we just bowling balls with the gutter bumpers in, we get a nudge in the right direction at the beginning and now we’re all just bouncing off the sides until we drop at the end? If someone is trying to become a certain identity under the pretense that they will have personal gain such as notoriety or wealth from it, does this almost non-natural or selfish choice lead to a more negative outcome for all?…or will there be enough diamonds in the rough discovered that things balance or sort themselves out? How hard can we yank on the reigns or overload the saddle and packs of that ole nag Destiny before she either takes a spill, collapses or bucks us off? Should we examine all our future moves more closely with a checklist of why we’re doing them or should we just follow our instincts? Should I really spend this much time writing or should I have already gotten back to cleaning the garage? Man…sometimes life is just as hard as it is weird lol

      • Ron S

        I think the way it works sometimes, is you have this person or group of people in real life who’s like the kid in the movie The Sixth Sense…you know, the one who “sees dead people”…some kind of ability or something like that which makes them different.
        They don’t necessarily find this ability to very convenient all the time but hey, you play the hand you’re dealt right?
        So word gets out about this kid and now all of the sudden everyone wants to be the one to solve the mystery or see what this kid is seeing…next thing you know, it becomes like a festival, or maybe more like a circus. There’s a rumbling chatter on the street……..”Oh look!” one exclaims “there’s a guy selling special glasses to see the dead! I need those!” another says “ No no, you gotta buy the magical tonic if you really wanna see them”,”Get you’re I See Dead People T-shirt!” then a guy steps up to the kid…”where’s the dead guy kid?” the kid points at the ghost, and out of the whole crowd only two other people see it. The guy turns away from the kid and announces to the crown of hundreds “DA KID’S LYIN’…DARE AINT NUTTIN DARE!”…. the crowd turns into an uproar and everyone except the three people who could see it and a few more who believe remain and eventually become good friends…one dude is walking away smiling and flipping through a stack of bills from selling merch…he later gets hit by a car because he wasn’t looking where he was going…and the rest all leave with sadness, anger, disappointment and disgust…one guy is upset with his wife and says “I told you it was all bologny Gertrude!”…Broken dead-o-vision glasses, tonic bottles of dead juice, crinkled cans of Dead-up, Native American Die-bread taco splatterings and I saw a dead guy t-shirts littering the street…one even used as toilet paper…ewe!
        And the moral of the story?…I really didn’t think of one yet…you tell me

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