The very name Skinwalker Ranch for those who have heard of its paranormal phenomenon can conjure up scary images and a deluge of nightmarish tales. In truth what it really is, is anybody’s guess. Michael and I didn’t know what to expect when we decided to trek over to Skinwalker Ranch but I must admit, we were both a little nervous and excited at the same time. Because we were venturing off into unknown territory, we decided to smudge ourselves before we left home and on the way back before we entered our house. We didn’t want to bring back any hitchhikers with us!
The very idea of going there was really exciting but then the reality of knowing we were going, made it feel a little surreal. We decided to head over to Skinwalker Ranch on a weekend so that we could take our time and enjoy the surrounding topography as we leisurely made our way. Michael put the directions in the GPS and with high hopes we left home not knowing what to expect.
The scenery made the trip in itself worthwhile especially with this amazing lake we drove by and vast wilderness on both sides of the highway that was eye candy for the soul. As we got closer to our destination, Michael’s GPS decided to stop working for some strange reason. My phone was able to pick up the signal and I typed in the directions. Thanks goodness we did it right at that point because we would have driven right past the turn that was just minutes away from the infamous ranch. We actually turned off on a street that seemed to be the starting point for the Ute Reservation. The feeling of the place and the narrow road leading up to the ranch felt different and we both could tell that we were getting close.
While we drove along towards the ranch, we noticed houses on either side of the road. Nobody was out and the feel of the houses wasn’t necessarily friendly, maybe more intimidating. We finally arrived at the front gates of Skinwalker Ranch around early afternoon and I must tell you that … it’s really not that scary of a place. Nothing fell from the sky, no voices in the distance or growls. The portal I expected to open up for us, was nowhere to be seen. But the one thing we both felt immediately, was a heaviness in the air, almost like something was making it hard for us to breathe. Michael took some interesting shots around the front gates and the surrounding countryside.
There were concrete blocks in front of the gates that said, “Keep Out,” and a few cameras up in trees on either end of the gates. I didn’t necessarily feel like something ominous was watching us outside of the security guys in charge of the cameras. It was a lovely day and the only unusual experience we had was a beautiful little green dragonfly that came very close to Michael and me. He wouldn’t leave us alone and stayed by our sides the duration of us walking around in front of the gates. It definitely reminded me of our New Mexico landscape and I felt a little like I was back home.
When we realized that nothing was really happening, and it felt a little anticlimactic, we decided to head back home. Funny, how the imagination can anticipate the improbable and make a mountain out of a molehill. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was a bit of a let down, only because I thought being empathic would help me pick up on something. I felt nothing was trying to communicate with me so I was a little bummed. Michael felt something was unusual with the land itself but outside of any experiences, I think he was a little disappointed too. Isn’t it the oxymoron of all researchers, to hope something happens and then be grateful nothing does.
Well … maybe nothing happened there but all I can say is, when we got home … things changed! Two entities made themselves known to me who were there that day at Skinwalker Ranch. I was taken aback to say the least since one of them made themselves known to me in the garage of all places! Once I calmed myself down and realized that they had made contact with me, I got to wondering … do “they” follow people home more than any of us know and what do we do once “they” know where we live?