East Scout said:
I believe that the more time you spend in the woods and away from the "civilized world" the more your senses grow akin to being where they are sappose to be..One time, long ago, after a week long trip we drove town to get something (cant remember what it was) and I smelled a Cigar. YUK!! No one in the car was smoking anything or had been. Well we went up the road through a few stop lites and low and behold there was a man standing on the corner smoking a cigar...This was probably a good 800 yards from where I first smelled it...We were well in town bt i was able to gather that smell..My point is that being away in the woods sharpened my sense of smell to a natural level and I believe that the more time you spend in your natural enviroment the better your sense become..No reason why there isnt senses we have, but dont identify w/, wont become hightened as well w/ time..So sure there is something to it all..
ES
LOL man cigars do stink, I swear Ive picked up the smell of others cigar smoke in my car while driving down the motorway before now, and I probably wasnt driving very slowly
Not exactly a subtle smell, and Im a city dwelling fag smoker so theoretically I shouldnt have any sense of smell or tastebuds left
Ive camped on top of mountains and in forests many times on my own, sometimes I spook myself, once the paranoia starts it doesnt take much for it to start running riot, the imagniation is a powerful thing. Some places that have really spooked me have other associations that I was already aware of, throw in some sudden menacing or unusual weather and hey presto! But theres no doubt for whatever reason some places just feel plain wierd.
I like to keep an open mind on it, naturally very cynical and skeptical of others experiences but would actively seek any possible weird and wonderful experiences myself!
Having said that.....the places where I have felt most "spooked" have generally been empty/derelict/abandoned buildings, I can think of one or two that I just had to get out of, in particular theres a gothic mansion with history on the site going back 4 or 500 years, in a vast (by city standards) overgorwn woodland, the site was used as a mental hospital at one time and there are burned out buildings all over the place, in the tumbledown mansion itself Ive come across padded rooms, old x rays, and a mortuary with stone autopsy slab and other old discarded medical supplies, I couldnt stay in there on my own, and the woodlands around the site also make me uneasy. Not saying there are ghosts or any such, the background of the place and the artefacts there are food for the imagination enough, but much as I can reconcile what I feel in that place with logic I just dont like it there
Now being converted into 450 executive homes ROFLMAO thanks to John fat ***&& Prescotts office granting planning prmission against the advice of the local planning department and the local people who wanted it to be a park. Hope the damned builders have corpses popping out of the ground!
No that Ive started waffling I might as well carry on.....
Another interesting phenomonom (to me at least) are the hallucinations experienced by solitary endurance athletes, especially climbers at altitude where hallucinations are an accepted side effect of altitude sickness, Reinhold Messner describes quite touchingly walking with his brother and having a full on conversation with him while ascending everest solo, of course his brother was long dead in an accident on Nanga Parbat SP? if memory serves, fascinating stuff.
I like going to the Solstice at Stone Henge too, first year I went I was blown away by the aura coming from the crowded inner circle of stones, the drums in the centre are amplified by the stones, powerful stuff, a primeval beat all acoustic, ancient and right!
Unfortunately I feel its becoming more commercial by the year, full of tourists and sightseers, just a pre Glastonbury **** up, feels less spiritual each time I go.