Chief Sealth in a formal Native American headdress similar to those I saw presiding over ceremonies at the future Martha School site.
As Mari, Al and I read the grounds of the old Martha Washington School for Insane Girls in south Seattle, we also got glimpses of much earlier Native American activity on the site long before Seattle was a place on a map. As in my prior post about the Martha School location what I am writing about is a combination of impressions among the three of us, all talented mediums in our own right, unless otherwise stated.
Native tribes used to camp and fish on the shore of Lake Washington including the 500 yards that is now part of Martha Washington Park. The locations of the eventual and now former school buildings were used to train young warriors in assorted athletic games. I saw foot races being run, a great deal of enjoyment of bragging rights and a lot of laughter. Al saw annual powwow’s held in the same meadow spaces. I got brief impressions of the formal ceremonies involved in such events led by elders wearing headdresses similar to those in a famous Chief Sealth portrait.
The Native presences got a lot stronger down in the clearing by the old Martha School caretaker’s hut. In part one I mentioned that a member of our investigating group was in danger from a combination of presences from the shade of the old caretaker, a couple of strong thugs from his era and some Native spirits. Since I could see what they intended to do was a lot more than just push someone into the water for a dunking, I felt I had a good faith obligation to warn that group member. If they had not stopped what they were doing they would have been thrown quite a distance into the lake from the shore with a strong possibility of them striking their head on substantial rocks in the water. That had the potential for serious consequences.
When I reluctantly found myself standing in the area where the caretakers hut once stood I had a better sense of why the Native spirits were not happy. For starters the area was a sacred burial ground. Remote viewing human remains is not my favorite pastime, although I have certainly done my fair share of it over the years. I did a quick remote viewing sweep under the ground below the hut. To this day it contains multiple eras of human remains. Many of them are Native, some are modern era, as in the last 100 years or less. Like most not conserved Native burial grounds I have seen in Washington state, the bones below the ground were a mess. Sadly most European settlers never gave a second thought to the appropriate treatment of Native burial grounds. Although laid out with respect by their own, over time the earth was dug up for other purposes or projects and remains ended up in a travesty of shattered bone fragments .
I got an image almost out of “Star Trek” that the Native spirits were containing things that should not be released into the world below that clearing. I was shown for lack of a better term a three-foot thick force field of reddish gold light that was holding toxic and negative energies in place. It started just under the grass and encompassed the entire clearing and quite a bit of land beyond. I don’t know how deep it was, but it went past where I could see with a quick mental sweep. I chose not to look any closer. Normally when things are sealed in such away, it’s for good reasons and I really did not want to meet what was contained face-to-face. Suffice to say, some things should be left alone. False bravado or not believing in them will not protect you if they are released. I couldn’t wait to leave that clearing, especially the confines of the walls of the caretakers hut. If a living person wasn’t in danger I would not have gone back.
Last year when I had the opportunity to visit Stonehenge for the first time, I was introduced to the idea that human beings who spend too much time in proximity to the deeply sacred tend to go off the deep end. I saw that happen to a well-known early modern European researcher at Stonehenge. I think that also happened to the Martha School caretaker. His hut was built over centuries of Native burials. He of course had zero respect or consideration of that fact if he was even aware of it. That didn’t give him a pass from the consequences of living on top of a desecrated sacred burial ground.
In my prior post I mentioned the caretakers alcoholism did not help his already lackluster personality and lack of moral character. I got glimpses of “demons” he would see when deep in his cups. They could have been figments of his soused imagination, or they could also have been the ghosts of Native people buried below his quarters. I suspect they were a combination of both.
There was an additional layer of bloodletting that complicated the site of the caretaker’s hut. It was used in teaching life skills to Native youth. Practical things such as the correct ways to kill and butcher game, prepare fish and process pelts. It was also used as an execution ground for that particular tribe’s enemies or those taken as slaves in war. Animals were not the only ones whose throats were cut in that clearing. In my experience murder victims, even ones hundreds of years old are not happy beings. They are usually furious.
As far as I know I don’t have any Native blood lines, so I am always an outsider looking in when I read sites associated with Pacific Northwest Indian tribes. I will say I have found their sense of humor has taken some getting used to on my end. It tends to be direct, sometimes silly along the lines of many 14-year old boys I have known in my life and also exceptionally clever. If Native spirits want to drive a person crazy, they will. I have had a number of emphatic conversations with Native ghosts about that when trying to sort out the mess caused when developers build homes on burial grounds and unwitting modern families buy those homes only to be terrified by the original inhabitants intense dislike of them. Not every Native ghost is anti-modern human, but some of them have exceptionally solid reasons why they are. Unsettled graves can cause a lot of problems for lingering spirits and current homeowners alike.
It only takes me a couple of seconds of thought about how I would feel if someone disturbed my mother’s grave to build townhouses, railroads or other structures to understand where these ghosts are coming from. Angry, hurt and ready for revenge would only be the tip of the iceberg. It could happen some day. The cemetery she is buried in has a lease of 500 years. After that all bets are off. If you think nobody would be crazy enough to build on a cemetery above the U District, take a look at the location of Seattle’s Pike Place Market. It is built on a thousand-year old Native burial ground. Now consider the price of real estate, any real estate in the Seattle area in 2018. I can hear the earth movers rumbling even 400 years in the future.
I understand, the living must build over the dead, but that necessity as land is a limited resource doesn’t negate the need for respectful treatment of those who have come before us. I think the Martha School caretaker learned that the hard way.
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