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Posted on 02/07/2026 9:10:02 PM PST by chickenlips
Americans love ghost stories. We may loath to admit it, but many of us secretly believe that haunted tales of things that go bump in the night are every bit as true as the more mundane facts of life, such as “the sky is blue.” We choose to believe them because they are fun and we enjoy feeling a little spooked from time to time, even though the better part of our judgment knows they cannot possibly be real. SNIP>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Though perhaps the most haunted place in America is neither a hotel nor a plantation, neither an abandoned insane asylum nor a cobble-stone alleyway hidden on a side street in an old New England city. It might well be an entire landscape, nearly 400 square miles of gorgeous and breathtaking but eerie and otherworldly terrain, in the heart of our country – a place where dinosaurs once roamed, where bison still roam, and where an infamous massacre left hundreds of women and children dead. SNIP>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Something about the Badlands has lingered with me to this day. Perhaps it was the oddly soothing feeling of its vastness. SNIP>>>>>>>
But there was a different feeling, deeper than the surface-level beauty. I was reading about the Badlands the other day, and discovered that I was not alone in feeling that the place was haunted. World-famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright traveled to the Badlands in 1935. He too was gobsmacked by the landscape and, in a letter to Robert D. Lusk, a local newspaper editor, he described it as an “endless supernatural world”:
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I stood on an isolated plateau in the Badlands in the summer of 1981 and watched the sunset. Just as the sun was about 3/4 below the horizon I was suddenly struck by how eerie the place became. It was deathly silent and the color the landscape became gave it a foreboding and unwelcoming appearance. I went in a matter of minutes from greatly enjoying the spectacular landscape to wanting to escape it. I have never experienced this feeling anywhere else.
I don’t believe in ghosts.
That’s usually the same reaction that people get late in the 4th quarter of Dallas Cowboys’ home games.
Baloney. Nothing “haunted” about it. It’s beautiful. And the massacre was a battle, 25 US Soldiers died. The new 7th Cav was well aware that Sioux had wiped out their unit a mere 14 years before. So were people on a hair trigger, yes.
But they refused to be disarmed, and a struggle started and everyone went cyclic when it popped. Nervous soldiers with institutional unit memory, freezing out in a plains blizzard for weeks.. they are not who you screw around with.
Tragic yes, but not some kind of genocidal massacre as it is made out to be.
You ought to try out the ghost tracks in San Antonio.
I was dating a girl who lived there and she was telling me about the ghost rail road tracks. I though, yeah right.
I was wrong.
It’s impossible to be a Christian and believe in ghosts. Demonic spirits, yes.
I believe in pastrami and rye bread. Ghosts are real.
It’s just energy. It happens.
Ghosts are .mentioned in the Bible.
Woooooooooo...
I think not.
Father, Son, Holy ...
Where you from
The Alamo
The Arizona
Arlington and the Tomb
They all sent a chill down my spine.
So sacred
So solemn
The halls of congress. More mummies fossils and demons roam there than anywhere else.
Proven. Real shit. Probably demonic. Yet really happe
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"That’s usually the same reaction that people get late in the 4th quarter of Dallas Cowboys’ home games."
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Eerily similar to what some experience toward the end of the annual Buffalo Bills playoffs tournament.
Well I’m not scared of ghosts from California.
Boo dude, totally BOO!
Your lips man.
It’s midnight here. Gotta crawl into bed with a woman.
Neither did I until a woman came to me with pain so severe that she was going on disability at 38 years old. She was an ER nurse and had this idiopathic pain for two years.
She had every medical test possible but no cause could be found.
She was sitting in a chair next to me when I asked her “If that pain in your left arm and shoulder could speak, what would it say?”
A male voice answered me out of her mouth and shouted “Get out of here!”
I replied in total surprise “Who said that?”
This man went on to explain in detail how he was killed in an auto accident, that he followed his body into the hospital emergency room where he found her in distress and moved into her. He told me his name, address, phone number and details of his life.
I asked him what caused his physical death and he explained that he was thrown out of the car and it rolled onto him.
I asked what part of his body and he explained it was his left side.
Suddenly, I realized that his memory of his physical pain at death was manifesting in her body.
I asked him why he was in her, and he replied that he loved her.
I asked why, if he loved her, would he cause her this pain?
He responded that he didn’t know he was causing her this pain. But you know it now, I replied? Yes, he responded.
You know that you are going to need to leave her body? Yes, he replied.
I asked him, “Would you like to apologize to her for the pain and suffering you caused her?” Yes, he replied and began apologizing. His words in a masculine voice coming out of her mouth.
I turned to her and asked, “Will you accept his apology?” And she replied, “Yes.”
Suddenly, her left arm went up in the air with a fist that opened when fully extended. A flash of light shown and her arm came down at her side, limp.
He was gone and so was her physical pain of two years.
That event happened to me in the early 1990’s and changed my life. Prior to that, I didn’t believe in ghosts.
We verified the details, including his name, address, and the location of the accident. It happened on Rt 15 just south of Williamsport PA on the corner in front of McDonald’s.
That was the very first of many similar events happening over the past 35 years.
That is also when I first realized that memories are stored in the soul and not the brain. This motivated me to return to the university where I had been a professor to begin a never ending life of studying and researching consciousness and neuroscience.
It also led to me reading and studying the Bible, especially the New Testament, with a totally new understanding.
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
It’s nuts. If violent death caused ghosts the most haunted place in the US would be Gettysburg.
Male bovine feces.
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