The Forest Protector – Tumblr source
In a previous post “500 Nations” Documentary about the Dignity, Wisdom, and Plight of the Native Americans throughout History you can read some of my experiences and other Coveners experiences regarding contact with the Native American Spirits in our particular necks of the woods.
In this post i am going to elaborate on some of my own experiences at various Native American standing stones very nearby, including some pictures I have taken.
My first contact was with a place called Chief’s Stone which is in a small valley perpendicular to large Peter’s Mountain where a ridge ripples down and through that a small gorge where a small feeder stream into South Fork Creek flows out of the ground, There are steep cliffs on each side, so it is great defensive feature. The last of the Native Americans in this area who were not pushed north or west sheltered in this valley and defended it from those cliffs. The water runs fast and clean there. This from what i can tell was in the late 1700s. They were of the Susquehannock tribe. According to local legend they all died of yellow fever (malaria?) which is rare in the north but they would have built up a resistance by then to small pox which wiped out over 75% of All Native Americans on the continent from the first time they made contact with the European invaders. Also according to local legend they buried their last chief under a large naturally oblong conglomerate standing stone which they had tipped into the small stream bed. How did we find this? Well one of our coven members had an uncle who was Mr History in the area and at the centennial of his town he writes of this stone and has an old BW picture in it which i cannot paste here without permission. So we headed out and damned we found it!
Chief Stone – photo copyright 2014 GLHoke
So i attempted to reawaken the stone and buried quartz crystals in the fourth directions pointing inwards and a crystal at its base on the bank side, and lit copal incense. I also chose a particular crystal i always took with me to place on the top of the stone and would stand there touching it and calling the Spirit of the place and stone. At first not much happened, but then one day in trance i traveled down a hole under the stone to a little round cave and could see the top of a long white haired Native sitting in front of a fire that was yet unlit. He turned his head up and smiled at me so happy someone remembered he was there. I used the crystal to give him sparks to light his fire. Now when i am driving and see a dead critter on the road i always pray “may you be reborn in the womb of a good mother far away from roads” so i started sending their spirits to him and he would be surrounded by the little critters warming by the fire and cared for until mating season when he would send them off once again. Towards the end the last vision i had all i saw down in the cave was a burned skull in a burned out fire pit of just charcoal. Maybe he had left and reincarnated. It was near the time of 9/11. Also another time when i was standing by the stone i saw a Native dressed shaman with a deer head walk down the steep bank towards me then disappear. I have not been back for years. The driveway is private and i used to know a lady who lived there i worked with and she said it was OK. I would always go up on Christmas day since i figured a foreign car would not look suspect and no one would be around. One day i ran into an older man who was related to her and told him the story of the stone as it had been lost to the locals in their memory. The last time i went up there is a bridge there before with a no trespassing sign and i figured it is some rich McMansion or hunting camp up there and now he has security cameras up. Even though the Chief Stone is on State game lands it still made me paranoid so our visit was short but i wanted to show it to Lady Ember.
The second natural pillar sacred stone called King’s Stool on Third Mountain, the only one that does not touch the Susquehanna River. I heard this story from a couple who had a nursery and greenhouses up there, and they grew some “funny smelling” plants too, shhhh. Anyway i hiked up the ridge and about a mile along it found the tollest thinnest rock pillar i have seen in my decades of hikes in the mountains of PA. It was about 15 foot high from the already high ridge of stone and only about 6 X 4 feet wide at the top. You could easily climb up it inching along a ridge, but to get down had to slide off the back to the next stone maybe 8 feet below. Now as you can see from the picture below this pillar looks, with no stretch of your imagination, like a turtle with turtle head and eye and mouth on the bottom (North America was called Turtle Island by the Natives), then above it 3 coils of a serpent with the head of a horned nose snake which was a local and Snake God who was worshiped across the Americas north and south. It was Obviously a sacred place for sure. Now stories go that in the late 1700s the notorious vigilante group from the Burg called the Paxton Boys came up and found some Injun living in a hut at a spring house that still exists at the base of the north side of Peter’s mountain. They shot him and left him for dead one spring/summer/autumn. But he wasn’t dead. He crawled the whole way over the mountain across the valley then up Third mountain to King’s Stool to die.They found his skeleton there the next spring. Once again i put crystals down in the cracks of the stones and burned copal on the dizzying precarious top. Oh the things we do when we are young and strong and strong willed, LOL. Here is the picture I took.
King’s Stool (the red thing is my backpack) – photo copyright 2014 GLHoke
Also years ago i drove by myself to Pittsburgh to overnight with some friends then onwards for a tour of northern and southern Ohio visiting various mounds and the great Serpent Mound of course. I walked around amazed and there is a tower where one can view it from on high. On one mound at a different complex i saw a small unmowed mound in the distance and a hawk appeared over it, so i went there and found what i swear to god looked like the end of a human finger or foot joint. I gave that to the state park ranger of course. They had a great museum in which was a painting of a shaman in his long house which i will have to dig out and put in here later.
The Great Serpent Mound – Tumblr image
Solar and Lunar alignments of its coils – unknown source
The Horned Serpent – source unknown
The Leni Lenapi which i wrote about in the previous post are the last Native Americans in this area and continue with their clan lines even today. I had the privilege of meeting with one of their clan mothers on city island where there is a yearly Powwow and she reminded me So Much of my teacher Lady Phoebe i cannot describe. Here is the Lenape Nation website.
Susquehannock Indian – museum source unknown
Susquehannock Indian from etching of an early explorer – source Wikimedia Commons
Well i have been writing for hours so am going to embed some other images in here from various sources, so i hope you enjoyed these stories from a Witch who wishes to practice the Native Ways but who is untrained by anyone directly, though two of my sisters in the Craft know So Much and they teach me. I gotta get out there and shovel 3+ inches of wet snow before it all freezes tonight…..
Carved serpent stone in the collection of a friend’s brother – copyright 2014 JHays