I was probably 5 years old, when my family packed up our sandwiches and bug spray and swimsuits and went to Lake Hopatcong, NJ for a picnic day.
My Dad didn’t like the ocean (which we did), and all that sand that ended up in his car that he used as a realtor. I remember my bucket of tiny frogs dumping out in the back seat once. My brother and I tried to catch each one non chalantly, without my Dad or Mom in the front seats finding out.
There were 5 kids, and we all piled in to drive to a beautiful lake, that was named in the Lenape Indian language.
I remember a fountain in the front, with a small pool of water warmed from the sun, and I remember wading around in it and being in my bliss.
Warm sun, warm water, it still is.
I also remember that our picnic spot was at the very end of the trail of tables,, way at the end where the woods were the only thing past that.
It was beautiful, and felt really wonderful, and I liked that we were so tucked away.
We were near very big and very old trees, and the whole area was mottled sunlight on our spot where my dad grilled burgers and we hung out and enjoyed the whole experience, and explored.
I ended up playing with some of the toys I brought with me, I remember a set of small plastic cooking utensils, like pots and pans and plates. They were all different colors, and came in a long clear plastic sleeve. There was a whole set.
I was playing with them, and washing some of the tiny pans in the shallow part of the lake, just by the bank’s edge.
I couldn’t find one of the pans, and was fishing for it with my fingers in the water.
At that time my Mom was calling for me, “Cookie c’mon we’re going! Let’s go we’re all leaving now we’re all ready. Come now!”
I couldn’t find my little green plastic pan, and I started to panic. She kept calling me, and I kept looking, and I just finally started crying, having a little 5 year old meltdown!
Then, I looked up, and saw two figures, standing in the trail, where the picnic area ended, and the woods began.
There was a man, a grown man but very young, and his young son, about my age. They were Indian. They wore deerskin clothes, and both had long black hair, tied in long braids. They had feathers, on their clothes, and the man had a bow and arrows slung on his back.
They were just looking at me, and they both at the same time, cocked their heads at the same time, as if to say, “TTT, Awwww!” in the universal language of head cocking.
I felt a lot of love coming from these two people. they were very real, and yet invisible at the same time.
I saw every color so very clearly, and time stopped for a bit.
I didn’t even think about my family.
When I was snapped back into real time, I just left (without my green plastic toy) although I kept looking back, by the wooded area, to see if I could see them again.
We never went back to that beautiful lake for some reason, and my mom felt bad later, and bought me a new set of those plastic toy pots and pans, that all come together in that long plastic sleeve.
Life went on, but I never forgot that curious and mystifying event.
Since then I have grown up and moved to the other coast of the US, and live here as a healer and psychic.
But I feel so much love for the Lenape people,, and try to find out as much as I can about them, their culture, and spirituality, from what I can find. New Jersey had decimated the population early on, once the white man invaded, but my spider sense takes me to places where I can feel their presence, when I go back to visit family in NJ.
Sometimes what I sense or see is incredibly beautiful, peaceful, and whole, and other times, the scenes are horrible, torturous, murderous, as the white men moved in.
Although in the Quaker area of NJ and PA, there are these “safe places” for them. Hidden places, kind, helper people.
Sometimes I just see them, a flash of someone, as I drive past some trees and woods, which are becoming increasingly harder to find these days.
I have so many stories of places, events (both magical, and also ugly), and Indian beings I have seen, or been shown, and I always do healing work, and spirit release where I can there, and I always feel held by them in NJ.
It’s funny though, while that first psychic experience happened 50+ years ago, I was telling it to a friend the other day. He said, “Oh yah, it was probably the Indian spirit kid that took your little pan from the water. They felt bad”.
I just had to laugh, because it is probably true, and now adds another flavor to the memory.
My Dad didn’t like the ocean (which we did), and all that sand that ended up in his car that he used as a realtor. I remember my bucket of tiny frogs dumping out in the back seat once. My brother and I tried to catch each one non chalantly, without my Dad or Mom in the front seats finding out.
There were 5 kids, and we all piled in to drive to a beautiful lake, that was named in the Lenape Indian language.
I remember a fountain in the front, with a small pool of water warmed from the sun, and I remember wading around in it and being in my bliss.
Warm sun, warm water, it still is.
I also remember that our picnic spot was at the very end of the trail of tables,, way at the end where the woods were the only thing past that.
It was beautiful, and felt really wonderful, and I liked that we were so tucked away.
We were near very big and very old trees, and the whole area was mottled sunlight on our spot where my dad grilled burgers and we hung out and enjoyed the whole experience, and explored.
I ended up playing with some of the toys I brought with me, I remember a set of small plastic cooking utensils, like pots and pans and plates. They were all different colors, and came in a long clear plastic sleeve. There was a whole set.
I was playing with them, and washing some of the tiny pans in the shallow part of the lake, just by the bank’s edge.
I couldn’t find one of the pans, and was fishing for it with my fingers in the water.
At that time my Mom was calling for me, “Cookie c’mon we’re going! Let’s go we’re all leaving now we’re all ready. Come now!”
I couldn’t find my little green plastic pan, and I started to panic. She kept calling me, and I kept looking, and I just finally started crying, having a little 5 year old meltdown!
Then, I looked up, and saw two figures, standing in the trail, where the picnic area ended, and the woods began.
There was a man, a grown man but very young, and his young son, about my age. They were Indian. They wore deerskin clothes, and both had long black hair, tied in long braids. They had feathers, on their clothes, and the man had a bow and arrows slung on his back.
They were just looking at me, and they both at the same time, cocked their heads at the same time, as if to say, “TTT, Awwww!” in the universal language of head cocking.
I felt a lot of love coming from these two people. they were very real, and yet invisible at the same time.
I saw every color so very clearly, and time stopped for a bit.
I didn’t even think about my family.
When I was snapped back into real time, I just left (without my green plastic toy) although I kept looking back, by the wooded area, to see if I could see them again.
We never went back to that beautiful lake for some reason, and my mom felt bad later, and bought me a new set of those plastic toy pots and pans, that all come together in that long plastic sleeve.
Life went on, but I never forgot that curious and mystifying event.
Since then I have grown up and moved to the other coast of the US, and live here as a healer and psychic.
But I feel so much love for the Lenape people,, and try to find out as much as I can about them, their culture, and spirituality, from what I can find. New Jersey had decimated the population early on, once the white man invaded, but my spider sense takes me to places where I can feel their presence, when I go back to visit family in NJ.
Sometimes what I sense or see is incredibly beautiful, peaceful, and whole, and other times, the scenes are horrible, torturous, murderous, as the white men moved in.
Although in the Quaker area of NJ and PA, there are these “safe places” for them. Hidden places, kind, helper people.
Sometimes I just see them, a flash of someone, as I drive past some trees and woods, which are becoming increasingly harder to find these days.
I have so many stories of places, events (both magical, and also ugly), and Indian beings I have seen, or been shown, and I always do healing work, and spirit release where I can there, and I always feel held by them in NJ.
It’s funny though, while that first psychic experience happened 50+ years ago, I was telling it to a friend the other day. He said, “Oh yah, it was probably the Indian spirit kid that took your little pan from the water. They felt bad”.
I just had to laugh, because it is probably true, and now adds another flavor to the memory.
I have so many more stories of my meetings with them (as spirit), because each time I would go to NJ, or visit nearby PA I would see more, or be shown something else, by the Lenape. I could write a book on my experiences, both magical, heartwarming, but also sad.
Perhaps another day.
I am both humbled, and grateful.
Here are a few links to informative sites on the Lenape peoples.
https://chaddsfordhistorical.wordpress.com/2016/07/28/lenni-lenape-dreams-the-art-of-healing-and-death-burial-practices/
https://collaborativehistory.gse.upenn.edu/stories/original-people-and-their-land-lenape-pre-history-18th-century
https://delawaretribe.org/wp-content/uploads/EARLY-IMAGES-OF-LENAPE-PEOPLE-2.pdf
https://millstonevalley.org/lenape.html
https://thelenapecenter.com
https://www.penn.museum/collections/videos/video/74
Below is a Lenape mask of "Mesingwe" the hunter spirit, who lived in the forest and helped them.
Here's a link on the story, and other rare and beautiful photos.
Blessings,
http://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2006/09/mesingwe-hunter-spirit.html
Perhaps another day.
I am both humbled, and grateful.
Here are a few links to informative sites on the Lenape peoples.
https://chaddsfordhistorical.wordpress.com/2016/07/28/lenni-lenape-dreams-the-art-of-healing-and-death-burial-practices/
https://collaborativehistory.gse.upenn.edu/stories/original-people-and-their-land-lenape-pre-history-18th-century
https://delawaretribe.org/wp-content/uploads/EARLY-IMAGES-OF-LENAPE-PEOPLE-2.pdf
https://millstonevalley.org/lenape.html
https://thelenapecenter.com
https://www.penn.museum/collections/videos/video/74
Below is a Lenape mask of "Mesingwe" the hunter spirit, who lived in the forest and helped them.
Here's a link on the story, and other rare and beautiful photos.
Blessings,
http://wakinguponturtleisland.blogspot.com/2006/09/mesingwe-hunter-spirit.html
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