Saturday, May 06, 2006

Among the Ruins

Le Enchanteur has inspired me by her trip to the ruins....

Among the Ruins

When I think of ancient ruins, I think of those in other parts of the world, not the American Southwest; however, I was astonished one day, a number of years ago, when, on a lonely stretch of road in northern Arizona, we stumbled across the Wupatki ruins, a series of apartment-like dwellings estimated to be about 900 years old. Constructed of sandstone masonry on a plateau about fifty miles from the Grand Canyon, these dwellings may have sheltered as many as 30,000 people at one time. These buildings were probably inhabited by the Anasazi and Sinagua peoples, though no one really knows for sure. Similarly, no one is sure why these communities were abandoned, but it is hypothesized that an eruption of the nearby Sunset Crater volcano around 1100 c.e. drove the inhabitants out of the area.

On the day we came across the ruins, it was bright, sunny, and such a glorious morning that we decided to stretch our legs and take a look around. The older folks in our party decided to just sit and view the ruins; I decided to go hiking around one of the larger buildings (at the time there was no prohibitions about entering the structures).

After a while, the sun got the better of me and I decided to duck into one of the rooms inside the structure. As I stood in the cool darkness, I chanced to look up through a window near the top of the room. I could see brilliant blue with tuffs of white clouds drifting across the opening.

As I savored the moment, a strange and sudden feeling overcame me. I felt that I wasn’t alone any longer. I didn’t hear anything and as I swung around to look about the small room, all I could see was a barren dirt floor and nothing more. I continued to stand there, the feeling getting stronger with each passing moment. I stepped outside the doorway of the room to see if there was anyone else nearby. The closest tourists were way down the path, too far away to be the source of the sensation. I took one more look around the room and quickly left.

The feeling of being watched left me as soon as I found my group and headed back to the parking area. I didn’t mention my experience to anyone, but I pondered this odd sensation. I honestly felt as if, not one, but many people were watching me in that room. Not given to much belief in the paranormal, I chalked it up a flight of imagination brought on by being in such an old and mysterious place.

However, in a country where sometimes historical edifices are knocked down in the name of progress, perhaps I was feeling the presence of the Ancient Ones. If so, I hope they were pleased that I stopped by to pay homage to their memory.

Text and photo: L Gloyd © May 6, 2006


At 10:19 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Lori it feels like there could be a part two to this story. This was fascinating, really fascinating. Brilliant pic.

At 1:54 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Fascinating Lori! Have you stumbled upon Romancing the Ruins at Soul Food?

And there is a section in the Chocolate Box that picks up on this too,

Some people who come to my house sense a presence in the front room. I believe an elderly woman died at home here. Anyway, now the room is just perfect for her. No one else uses it much, it is a guest room now, and it has a lovely view of the street and park.

I might try sitting 'with' the soul who inhabits my front room. I am sure she is happy now that it is a room of such beauty.

At 2:10 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

I am new to embracing Currents -- a gift from m'lady EM -- and I have spoken of the presence in our Manor House at Sakin'el -- Tegsh by name. The key perhaps is in having enough inner peace to be able to listen.


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