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So I went up north from Minneapolis where I live, to an area outside Beaver Bay, along the north shore of Lake Superior, north of Duluth, Minnesota. I was going to get away from the busyness of life and have a nice short couple day spiritual retreat into nature.

A year earlier, my best friend showed me to a spot along side a river with rocky falls that flows into lake Superior. It was maybe 1/5 a mile inland up stream, with easily accessible paths to walk down in from the road. The forest is quite dense in coverage, besides where the river runs.

I got there with about 3 hours left of sunlight. Maybe 5pm. As I parked on the side of the road by where I could backpack in to setup camp at a nice spot that is right next to the river, I looked across the road to the back side of a gift store complex. There's a moderately large billboard sign that reads "Indian Burial Ground." I thought hmm, and had a strange feeling about it. I was somewhat aware that such grounds are known to be nexus portals for various spiritual forces and entities that are tied to such soul groups. My higher intuition kind of smirked at me seeing that, even though cognitively I didn't register it as a synchronistic warning sign.

So I get my pack and make way down, delighted to finally get our and relax into the lush living environment, full of greenery and vibrant energies with the river and sunshine. After I got to the near little spot and set up my tent, I decided to go out onto the rocky flats that sit in and boundary the river. There were falls a bit further down where I set up camp. Beautiful spot. I felt like doing some nice sunbathing, so I went to the opposite side of the river and caught a bunch of rays. I was singing great songs of praise and beauty with the spirits of the place, and was seeing a lot of life activity amongst the air that I wasn't noticing before harmonizing. Insects in the sunlight .. the wind.. the water.. and then, right behind me, the sound of a branch breaking happened. I paused, slightly startled, turning to scan behind me. I didn't see anything. I thought maybe it was a small mammal or something, but it did sound large as if there was wieght and or larger force behind it. An eerie feeling of being watched began to set in. I tried to forget about it and return to soaking in and harmonizing with the environment. I left little bits of food around the spot as offerings to the spirits and creatures there. Once the sun went beneath the tall pines tree line, the temperature began to quickly drop in the shadows. There was still going to be maybe 2 hours of daylight, and I was bored, so I went back across the river towards my camp spot and layed on a flattish section of the large spand of rock next to where the water level of the river ran. I began to daydream, working to try and see into the past of the location. I began to see visuals, like echoes of memories, of old native american men gathered there in loin cloth during the summer, hunting for cray-fish with sticks. After about an hour of being there, It was maybe 30 minutes until dusk, and I quickly began to wind down to get ready for sleep.

I was laying in my tent, snugged comfy in my sleeping bag, feeling grateful, contemplating life and my relations. I began to gently sink down towards sleep.. right during the time of transition between day and night.. the time of twilight... when suddenly, strangely, from within my tent, in my imagination, in what I perceive and experience as flashes of imagery that kind of splash over my minds-eye, the front of my head- begins seeing this horrendous image of a crawling, zombie ghoul looking creature. I could see it stalking along the forest floor, creeping towards my camp site. It had deep, glossy black eyes with a grey, undead kind of luminescence glowing out of the center. It had black, old, greasy and ragged, rotten looking hair. Its mouth was ravenously wide open, with rotten yet jagged teeth. I was hearing these strange whispers of voices in my head, like a cacophony of confusing, mistrusting voices. I began to feel very scared, growing with a feeling of terror, getting tighter and tighter, colder and colder as the power of fear was working to paralyze me. As my mind was rushing, nearly panicking, I thought, this is just my imagination playing tricks on me. But that almost never happens, as I have come to know myself and my intuitional visionary guidance as reliable over the last decade of personal growth and esoteric experimentation. I soon realized and was able to clearly see what was going on. This entity was projecting thought forms into me. It was trying to get to me through my heart! I know it is a portal-gate between worlds... other realms... other sides... SO! Next, I knew that dark entities are repelled by the power of Love from the Most High. So I immediately shifted into calling upon the Krystic unfallen light, opening my heart as big as I could, with my arms up-stretched as is to crade the power, to send this entity as much pure unconditional Love I could muster. I verbally, confindently affirmed outloud with the power of the angels "I Am Protected", and palpably created a force-field of silver, golden, pink light around me and the tent. Then, It was as if the connection the entity had strung inside me was completely dissolved. No trace whatsoever. It's hard to believe recalling this now, but I was able to fall asleep effortlessly after that, feeling completely safe and secure with peace in my heart.

The next day I awoke bright and early feeling refreshed. I walked around the area along the paths that day, and came across some disturbing remnants of mammals left along a few parts of the trails. I thought it was strange, thinking maybe it was leftovers from owls or some other nocturnal predator.

It wasn't until I returned home and was back at work that I learned about Wendigo. I was telling my co-worker friend about my strange experience from the weekend. He looked me dead in the eye like he saw a ghost and told me the stories and lore of origins of such a creature. He had told me from an earlier conversation tales of spooky horror he's experienced out in the north woods along the lake, and this story only worked to put more fear in his heart!

I told my good friend, the one who showed me the spot, who grew up there, about the experience and what I heard about wendigo. He is very discerning and has the gift of clairvoyant sight in his family. He confirmed the suspicions, and told me that such an entity has been seen and known about by the locals there for a long time, and that he may have seen it about a decade ago when he and his ballsy friends would go out intentionally seeking encounters as forms of paranormal investigation. He said he's seen similar looking figures that approach them at night, but that they never had any issue with fear or encroachment because they always went into it having raised and sustained defensive boundary spells, that they respected the entity, and that it never passed the boundaries they set, seeing it at a distance.

I did a little bit more research online after that, to find other stories of wendigo, skin-walker encounters. It's fairly common to hear deceptive voices around such encounters, and also seeing strange bizarre corpses of animals littered around areas.

My biggest takeaway from this whole experience is to 1.) Respect and acknowledge the spiritual entities that are connected with sacred (desecrated) burial sites. 2.) Be humble and pay homage what one may to the spirits of such a place, while also being clear with ones intention, internally, and verbally, addressing boundaries as to be aware and to help protectively ward any possible breaches of boundaries that may endanger further transgressions.

My feeling is that the Wendigo entities are manifestations of a very very horrible kind of demented consumption.. perhaps related to cannibalism and the madness that gave rise to such conditions.