Tag: native-american

Always Uneasy When I Visit

I was born 22 years ago in a small Colorado town an hour’s drive from both Farmington and Durango, just below Mesa Verde and a few miles from Ute Mountain. This was where I spent the first five years of my life before moving to Oklahoma. We still go back every year around summer for about a week or so to see family.

Now, the town being where it was, there was a heavy Native American population there and a reservation about ten miles away. Mostly Ute but a fair amount of Navajo as well. The culture was and still is very entwined into the town’s architecture and local art.

The Little People

I live in Canada, and am Anishinaabe-Ojibwe. The encounter I am sharing today is one of the many strange stories my family and I have to tell. I was going to tell the story of my dad’s spiritual guidance, who happens to be a Bigfoot, but that’s for another time. This is a person experience, but members of my family’s.

Ever since I can remember my siblings and I been surrounded by spiritual things and have had a good understanding of explainable things, as many of the elders in my family were medicine men/women. Little people are known to live on the reservation where I’m from, and as long as we don’t bother them, they don’t bother us. But that’s only on our reserve, agreements aren’t gonna be the same everywhere.

Navajo Skinwalker in Colorado

My story begins in Colorado. I was 14 years old at the time. My family was taking a trip to visit my grandmother, who lives deep in the country. We were planning to stay over a few nights and enjoy the peace and quiet of the country. I’ve always been more of an in-doorsy person, but I did love taking a nice hike through the woods from time to time.

The highway drive was long and uneventful, but once we finally got there, I was super excited. After all, I had my own room in the beautiful cabin my grandmother lived in, with an amazing view of the lake and forest surrounding the property. I exchanged greetings with her, and, after a few minutes of idle conversation, headed to my room. I pulled out my laptop and began to get setup for a quality gaming session when I first heard the howling.