Balls filled with plants. Cropdusting is encouraged, as legend says that breaking wind in the direction of the balls will help to free the city from the evil sorcerer Bezos' dark magic. [caption id="attachment_469" align="alignnone" width="1024"] Methane plumes from valiant warriors breaking wind in the direction of the Balls[/caption]

There’s a man in a house who’s trapped in the 3rd dimension. He died in the home and now he sits on the porch. He protects and cares for the folx who live there now, but we think he wants to officially cross over.

I was visited by a shadow creature hovering over me about 25 times in 5 years. We called it a "rake", a term we heard on Ground Zero radio. I also saw a ghost of an old man. All these sightings/visitations ended when we moved out of that apartment. We also learned that the person who lived in that apt. before us died in childbirth. The landlord kept a few things in the apt. for us, like garbage cans and rugs.

UFO looking East from Phinney ridge, seen above green lake. The person I was with and I both saw a cigar shape, but strangely to me it was vertical and to her it was horizontal.

On a recent visit to the Woodland Park Rose Garden, I remembered reading on the Geo Group's website that this was one of the power spots that they identified when they mapped Seattle's ley lines int he 80s. I didn't know the exact spot of the power site (they used dousing to determine this), but I sat near the fountain and did a small ritual to draw the energy of the earth into my body. I experienced the same potency that I had encountered when I had done this at the power spot at the arboretum - strong physical sensations of energy flooding through my body, euphoria, serenity, ecstasy. Afterwards I was very lightheaded. In the background, I could hear the Violent Femmes playing a concert at the zoo. nnBefore doing the ritual (and before I had remembered that this was one of the spots from the ley line map) there was a strange encounter with a large rabbit that allowed my 5-year-old to get very close to it. After the ritual, I went to the zoo parking lot to smoke a cigarette, and a crow flew over my head, so close that I could feel it woosh by my scalp. The crows were acting strangely in general - some were going mad with cawing at anyone who passed by, yet others seemed strangely subdued, and were walking very close to me. These animal encounters were reminiscent of my experiences at the other power site.

One of the power centers identified by the Geo Group when they used dousing to map the ley lines of Seattle back in the 80s. I went to the spot, made offerings to the local land spirits, and did a small ritual to draw the energy from the earth into my body. The results were surprisingly quite potent, though it's hard to qualify exactly how. I will note that after I left the spot, I felt very lightheaded and everything seemed more brightly lit (though it was late in the day). I was also left with a general sense of calm and euphoria. During my ritual, there was a strange singing coming from the bushes - probably another human being, but who knows. The animals in the area were also behaving strangely. A squirrel was slinking around strangely on the playground, a rabbit got so close to my 5 year old that she could almost touch it, and two crows seemed unusually still and were walking back and forth in a weird way. The whole place also had an eerie sereneness to it.

Still working on a translation...

There's a public sculpture marking an entrance to a subterranean trial of strength, agility, and intellect. We have yet to crack the sculpture's puzzle and enter the shrine.

In Hedgewitch Portals chalk, 100 pounds of moss, lichens and assorted other botanical specimens and string models of Einstein-Rosen bridges filled a space as a vast meditation on gravity, electromagnetism, bog ecosystems and sigil-making rituals.

With the help of an orgone-detecting orthodox icon of St George I and a team were able to locate a giant Bigfoot rising out of Puget Sound in broad daylight.

8 foot tall shadows lurking under trees at 32nd and Morgan in Hillman City.

"Psaiya'hus, "horned snake." This promontory was considered to be the abode of one of these monsters. They were regarded with supernatural dread. They take the form of an enormous snake, having, according to some accounts, the antlers and forelegs of a deer. At the base of this promontory is a big reddish boulder weighing half a ton or more. It was formerly believed that anyone looking at this boulder would become tied into a knot. The boulder itself was believed to change its form. Certain people had a boulder for a supernatural helper." Source: https://www.jstor.org/stable/208735

Ancient reports of an entity with the ability to switch between faces.

One report of children playing hide and go seek in the woods. Apparently, some kid stumbled across a crouched person wearing all white. When rung towards the figure, and the thing rose up high and showed itself to be a giant.

Likely just a rumor.

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A sacred place, but well-guarded by powerful dark forces.

Ancient symbol used for marking a barrier between "here" and "there."

The trailhead is across the street from the airport. On the hill is an old homestead where all that remains is the fruit trees and well (not marked or covered so be careful). There is a clearing with large boulder (erratic), fruit trees, and a bottle tree. THOUSANDS of snow drops in early spring. The trail crosses a wetland which has scary energy. Would NOT go the at night, but hilltop, especially near bottle tree, is safe. It’s been like this as long as I can remember.

Check out this rock!

"The so-called “mausoleum” is actually an open air rotunda with a huge limestone table in the middle. Around the table are thick stone chairs not only representing the members of the McMillin family, but actually containing their ashes and acting as headstones. This was meant to represent the family dinner table that the McMillins would rather around. There seems to be an empty space at the table and it is said that this was meant to represent the McMillin son who turned away from Methodism. The table is circled by a six Roman columns and a single broken column which is said to represent the unfinished nature of man’s life. The columns were originally going to hold a brass dome over the table, but in the end the family opted to leave the site exposed to the elements. Even the steps leading up to the monument were numbered with Masonic significance to represent the stages of life. This meaningful and loaded statement on death and family is open to the public"

Taken from: https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/afterglow-vista

2/28/2018 For a few months, there was a series of unusual graffitos along the 2300 block of Rainier Ave. S. either someone in my neighborhood is trying a summoning via the Clavicula Salomonis Regis or gangs of street-tough wizards were staking a claim and about to battle. Submitted by K. M. A.

Ghost train station where the souls enter the next place..kicks up lots of wind.

In [a] trance, I left my body and started to go towards Wedgwood Rock (a super cool and holy power site in the city, definitely worth inclusion on the map in general), a place I have visited and worked with magically on numerous occasions, both in trance and waking life. At the last minute, though, I decided to go to the Space Needle instead. I arrived at the Needle, and a mysterious figure told me to turn back, that this was a place of evil. I ignored the warning, and found myself on top of the Needle. Up there with me were a band of sorcerers, and they bid me to sit in a pot of boiling water. For some reason I obliged, and they started circling me, chanting spells in an alien language and drumming. At some point I realized that this was sketch city, so with the help of one of my guides, I left. Before I left, I looked back over my shoulder, and as I did, one of the sorcerers fired some sort of projectile at me, which lodged in the left side of my neck, and caused great discomfort. Afterwards, my guide brought me to my original destination of Wedgwood Rock, and the spirit of the rock, along with my guides and some other spirits, performed a healing ceremony on me, in which the thing in my neck was removed. As I was leaving to return to my body, my guide basically told me that I'm an idiot and to never do that again, and in particular that it was not safe to journey to that place from my own home. I had always really dug the space needle and kind of regarded it as modern spiritual hub of the city. The experience ungrounded that assumption, and left me kind of shaken in general, but at least the bad vibes I got at the needle were sharply contrasted with the ancient healing energy of the rock.

There's been multiple black bear sightings in the Kirkland area for the past 2 weeks in residential and business areas. The bigger black bear was hit by a car on 405 last week and hung out in Bridle Trails State Park for the whole week. Yesterday one of the bears climbed up a tree outside Rose Hill Junior High School and was captured and released near Fall City. Who knows why the bears are venturing onto human territory so much recently?

On the on-ramp to I-5 from eastbound I-90. One or more seagulls are almost always present in the morning, watching and silently judging those who pass.

Once I was standing in front of the OK Hotel near some birds that were eating off of the ground. Suddenly a gull attacked one of the pigeons by shaking it an snapping its neck, then tore into it and started eating it. The other pigeons seemed clueless as the danger they were in and just kept eating, not care in the world. We mentioned it to someone working behind the counter and the said the gull had been doing that regularly. He went out to try to chase it away but the gull charged at him aggressively.

WARNING: Video contains image of a dead cat. March 25, 2009. "I took my camera to work the day before Easter and on a whim Jake and I decided to go down to Golden Gardens on the Puget Sound, and have ourselves an old fashioned mystical journey. Jake said that it was his intention to be reborn that night, and to try and start anew,with a fresh outlook on life. Just as he said those words we came across quite a startling scene. There, lying in front of us, completely unexpected, a dead cat in the rain. It was a dark brown, completely soaked and strangely unreal. It was up on the grass, and even weirder, there was a car with its headlights on, shining directly on the cat. There was no one inside the car. The scene seemed staged. Numerous drunk cars came speeding past us and doing donuts in nearby parking lots. This was actually a relief because after the frickin' dead cat I was expecting a full on Men in Black encounter. But unless the MIB have traded in their eerily square style and are into doing the whole dukes of hazzard asshole guy thing, then I am pretty sure it was all nice and mundane. We got to the secret beach to find the dying coals of a small bonfire, and I collected a few pieces to put in the flame to get it roaring again. We drank some wine and Jake took all his clothes off. Without warning he handed me his pants and sprinted for the water and I chased after him in the dark. In the rest of the footage, the only thing you can see is the black---and the only sound is the water slapping against the beach and jake yelling: "I am an unwavering band of light, and I will be.... til I die.... and maybe even after" as he dunked himself in the freezing ass Puget Sound.

Dive-bombed by a pair of crows, likely guarding a nest. I offered them a couple of garden-fresh strawberries; hopefully they'll see me as a friend.

There is a small grove of trees on the North end of Madison Beach, next to the apartment building. Generally, this spot has excellent vibes - I've taken many, many school groups here. However, for whatever reason Madison Beach has a lot of animal activity in general - Lake WA is polluted so there are always dead water animals floating around, at lease one rabid bat sighting every summer, so the animals here do not fuck around and do not hold with negative vibes. Once, I was there with a close friend and her gf, laying under the trees chilling. Her gf is looking up at the trees and goes, "is that bird peeing on me?" and immediately that bird shat directly into her mouth. Said gf turned out to be wildly toxic and slightly evil - absolutely a case of fecal divination.

A bunch of folks saw a deer run down 17th in front of The In then bolt across Madison a while back. Also idk how this would fit in a map but when I was living at the BL my phone rang in the middle of the night and the person who was calling was a friend who had died two weeks before. I was too freaked out to answer but it def spooked me. (Submitted by Joseph B.)

one time a squirrel brought me a leaf at denny blaine and then sat two feet away from me for a full hour and that felt v weird and special but prob not a ghost

Not what they seem.

Also i saw a fox at the top of beacon hill next to emma goldmans and the old amazon building one night several years ago but you might as well call it a spirit.

This location with prime real estate in Ballard been vacant with windows boarded up or covered with cardboard for over 15 years. For much of that time it had a red awning that read THE COOKIE CONSPIRACY. I've asked many Ballard natives and nobody remembers a cookie shop ever actually being open for business at that location. Late at night lights and sounds could be detected behind the covered windows. Someone knows the secrets of THE COOKIE CONSPIRACY, but nobody is willing to speak these things aloud.

Late night driving around Bremerton, encountered a strange man standing next to a car with just one handcuff on.

There was also a fairy ring in Discovery Park that we found

Ballard Ave outside Conor Byrne. Sunday night, around 1am, years ago when it was possible to be alone out there. Friend and I stepped out for a smoke. Just us out there. A woman dressed in 1800s garb emerged from the dark, about thirty feet south of us and started walking towards us. We looked at each other like “whoa that’s crazy!” and when we looked back she was gone

The famous "mystery coke machine." It's a mystery!

Some evidence of fairy activity: Coming home on a full moon after a sweatlodge, as I put the key in the door I heard what sounded like a pack of dogs which morphed suddenly into the voices of laughing children (not on anything I swear). One summer I had a clandestine grow op going in the vacant lots nearby, three plants in three locations hidden in small clearings in the blackberries. One of the plants eventually disappeared and there was absolutely no hole in the ground nor any sign the plant had ever been there.

When I lived in gtown we had a woman come to our door with a mallet alerting us that their were dark witches sacrificing cats on Friday the 13th. The next day a pirate (literally) knocked on our door to tell us he witnessed the witches slaughtering a cat and he woke up the next morning with a broken mirror in his bed. It was a symbol from the witches to judge himself before he were to judge anyone else.

There’s a quiet, incessant hum that only some people hear.

A ghost story: about 25 years ago, we bought a restaurant at the foot of Madison park. When we were in pre-remodeling phase, I was upstairs doing office work one evening and I heard footsteps walk across the wood floor in the rooms next to me. Startled, I asked if someone was there, and the footsteps stopped. A few minutes later, I heard them again. I got the courage up and checked. No one was there. Other strange occurrences happened over the years, all upstairs. Employees, checking out would see a woman staring at them. Thinking she was a customer, they would ask if she needed help and she would vanish.noises like furniture moving were often heard before service. I came into my (locked) office one morning and saw my name written over and over again on my computer. One of my waiters said he had lived in the Park a while and would walk by seeing a woman looking at him off the top deck. creepy stuff. I never felt comfortable alone in that place.

I was laying down in a friend's room when I looked up and there was a guy with long blond hair and a tshirt and jeans was all of the sudden standing in the room near the foot of the bed. He stood there and stared right at me. I said something and he didn't move or respond. He kept staring at me with no expression. I turned quickly and turned back, like one second, and then he was just gone, disappeared. There was no sound and he couldn't have made it to the door in that time. He was just gone. He looked like a regular person aside from the eerie non expression.

I was helping my aunt move from her town house and it was about midnight we were all getting ready for bed and the doorbell rings I was right by the door getting ready for a smoke and no one was there. 10 mins later got a call saying my great uncle died. I think it was him saying good bye.

A very haunted building filled with harmless ghosts who mostly OD'd on heroin in the 80's and 90's.

This is a cross between ghost and animal...a ghost animal actually. My brother and I saw this ghost cat on multiple occasions, together and separately when we lived in that neighborhood in the late 80’s/early 90’s. It was the shape of a cat and moved as a live cat, but made of oil slick. Like, swirly rainbowey car oil in a puddle, but in the shape of a cat. It came into our basement once but usually we saw it out in the street on 8th Ave NE. We called it, Ghost Cat, as you do.

It's listed as a dog park with the City. Overturned graves stones, desecrated sacred land, houses built on top of graves, a whole mess of awful. Local custom dictates that if you're walking by there you HAVE to drop a penny behind you to keep the disembodied spirits from following you home. Just stay away.

There was an old abandoned house across from the DSHS that I would have to pass by to get to my house. One day, I was walking passed and I felt a tag on my hair! It also happened to be 4/20 and I was blitzed out. But! I'm also hella sensitive to spirits all the time! Well, right before the tug, I swear I heard a giggle in my left ear and a tingle up my spine. It was scary! I ran all the way up the hill to my house and lit some sage! That house is gone now, just a vacant lot next to the co lam pagoda but I still find myself on guard whenever I'm around there.

The Kraken is haunted by one or more spirits, I have personally witnessed a straw physically come up out of its container and roll toward me. Others have seen a shadow figure, or experiences similar to mine where objects move inexplicably.

I was attacked by an entity who left razor blade-like scars criss-crossing on my back shoulder. Swear.

I was asked to play cello for the final public event at the old Hugo House building, an old Victorian house that had been added on to pretty haphazardly. It had been a funeral home earlier in its life and was notorious for being haunted. Early in the evening, during a reading, an incredible downpour started. Water cam rushing into the space from lots of leaks in the ceiling and people started rushing around to find buckets, trash cans, etc. In the middle this a large glass light fixture came crashing to the ground. To everyone there it felt like an utterly supernatural event-- the building had more to say was not going to disappear quietly. The next night I came in and recorded some music there. It was torn down a few days later.

Interesting energies abound. Plus, it's located on MONSTER ROAD. Come On Now.

This public sculpture doubles as a portal on the hottest days of the year.

Not a wall and nobody died here.

There’s a magic portal/ doorway in West Seattle on the dock where the water taxi comes in, right where the taxi docks, that looks out on the cityscape (Submitted by JP D.)

There’s a water spirit shrine in Cal Anderson park at the weird kiddy pool that’s always dry, it’s where the water is supposed to bubble out from.

What are these strange sacks that were placed here years ago and have not moved, forcing thousands of Amazonian passerby’s to awkwardly navigate around them on the sidewalk as they stare down at their cellphones. Is it simply unused concrete or fertilizer, or maybe even some form of “interpretative street art”....or could it be something more sinister? Perhaps Amazon’s next top secret seismic “deep earth” listening device? Be careful what you talk about when you walk by...someone might be listening!

Long story short, a ghost opened a cash register dumping money on the ground early in the morning, caught on security cam. Video in link... https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10156292453270472&id=225984050471&ref=content_filter

While we were eating in our car parked in the Dick's parking lot, a seagull flew over our car and pooped on my daughter who was sitting inside the car. The trajectory of the poop flying into the car through the open window was nothing less than weird. And funny as heck. That seagull had game.

There was a crow that I used to refer to as my crow friend. It had a scratch on it's beak, which was how I always knew it was the same crow. I would walk to the Joann where I worked at the time. Often I would stop at McDonald's and grab a one dollar burger on the way. I would eat half and leave half for my crow friend. I had one day that there was a group of crows in the parking lot. I wanted to leave my half of a burger for that specific crow. I waited a minute until only that crow seemed to be paying attention to me, then I left the remnants of my burger in an empty shopping cart and went to work. About an hour in to my shift, I was putting things away near a window. My crow friend walked in front of the window, then quickly flew away and came back with the empty burger wrapper. Shortly after, it started following me home and would circle in the air while I walked to work. After about of week of this, I came out and my crow friend had a second crow waiting to walk me to work. A few days later and I was being escorted to work by at least 5 crows, sometimes as much as 8. They knew when I normally left for work and would wait for me. They would avoid my back yard though. There were two huge crows who lived had claimed the yard as their territory. My husband would call them Hugen and Munen because of their size and the fact they would protect the yard and anyone who inhabited the house- including the pets. The cats? They never bothered these two crows.

This visage in a tree at Roanoke Park appeared over ten years ago. It is about 12 feet from the ground. Lately some evil spirits have tried to rip the face off or the ghost itself is trying to escape the tree. Not sure how much longer it will be visible...

As a dreamer... I had a lot of dark collective work to do the four years I lived in Seattle. The story I want to share is, by the time 2004 came around, I have had a lot of lucid, then astral travel and then full out of body experiences. One night I decided to leave my apartment (which I rarely did when I was out of body), to go down to the local park where I lived in Bothell, WA. I flew over there and landed by the playground. It was around 10 pm and I saw there was a bunch of teenagers at the picnic benches drinking beer. I just there looking at them, not expecting them to see me. All of a sudden a few of them got up, threw there beers down and ran. I looked at them strangely thinking, what are they looking at, as I turned around to see behind me. I realized at that moment I was in my astral body (white luminous ghostly looking figure) and thought, oh... they think I am a ghost. Some of them were pointing there fingers at me scared to death, thinking I was a dead ghost. Then they were all gone and I continued on my walk around the park along the water and then went home. And sat up in my body awake and thought, they all have stories to tell now . Of course they thought I was a dead ghost... hahahhaha https://eldermountaindreaming.com

I was sucked deep into the forest by a force far greater than the responsibility of boarding rapid rise to the south lake union office. I walked in the path and soon discovered my pantyhose were animated enemies and needed immediate removal. In the mud I tore them off like an animal and found eggs in my briefcase I had not put there. I crushed the eggs over my midsection, replacing pantyhose protection with a viscous unborn chicken membrane. In my skirt suit but now filthy and shoeless, I found my way downhill to the pool, where a whistling male voice hollered from the water slide “Sluice here! Portal to a safer dimension! Aquatic rescue!” I paid my daily fare, pretended my jockey underwear tank top set was a tankini, and boarded the chute to Other, where I’ve remained. A child hated me for skipping the line then asked to be taught how to slide so heavy and splash so hard. It was easy to teach him.

On certain warm days in June, staff on a secure research floor at the VA have noticed a strange spot in the corner of their office that they describe as "cold, tingly, and smells like bubble gum," and accompanied by a pleasantly euphoric feeling, akin to childlike joy. In the same Rumors abound of past research that has been done on the floor with radioactive material and olfactory function in veterans with PTSD.

...[W]e had an entity in our home which latched on to our son, fed from him & nearly killed him. With the help of a remote viewing team & some folks in tune with "it," they were able to drive it away ("nuke it from orbit" was the phrase they used). If you'd like to get the full story, it's available here: http://www.astonishinglegends.com/al-podcasts/2017/2/6/ep039-the-sludge-entity-part-1 http://www.astonishinglegends.com/al-podcasts/2017/2/6/ep040-the-sludge-entity-part-2

At the corner of Fairview Ave and Thomas St I found a cursed... bracelet. It was wooden beads in the shape of skulls. Someone had lost or discarded it in the gutter. I took it home and de-cursed it.

While on a photoshoot adventure with a friend in 2010, we experienced what we consider to be a "demon spirit". It showed up in one of our photos. The spot in Carkeek Park where we took the picture was deep in the woods, off the road, and it definitely gave us the creeps.

It's well known that Odin, the all-father of norse mythology frequently visits midgard. Often in the guise of a destitute or homeless old man. One day not more than 2 months ago I was wrapping up a much needed day at the beach. My life was in complete cinders, and i spent the day reflecting and asking the old gods for guidance. As I was trudging with my gear back to car I see an old man sitting on a log. He was wearing a white shirt, khakis and a brown jacket. He had long white hair, and a beard to match. He was wearing a wide brimmed hat and a black eyepatch over his right eye. He had in his hand a long walking stick. Nothing about this man's attire was extraordinary. All of it was rather plain. Even the stick. As I looked over at him i froze. Mid stride. His gaze met mine and all I could feel was an overwhelming calm. I was looking into the face of the all-father. Nothing could convince me otherwise. He looked at me, and offered a small wave and a knowing smile. I waved back, and returned to my walk. As I arrived at my car I looked to the west. Across the water, over the Olympic mountains a brilliant rainbow had formed. It was a day I will remember forever.

Three goats riding in the back seat of a Dodge Caravan. This can't end well.....

I worked for a start up glasses company here. We used to joke that the place was haunted just because it was so old. One day our photographer was taking some photos of sample glasses and in one of the shots there was a reflection that looked really strikingly like a little boy. She called us all over to her table and we looked at where the image was reflecting - there was no chairs or jackets that could have made the image, and the ones before and after it didn't have the image.

Roughly 12 years ago, I was getting out of car in later evening when my mom called to me while pointing to the sky. There were 3 triangular craft overhead. They were low-flying, black, unlit and completely silent.

Class III Apparition. Lived here for a year with two friends. By myself in front room playing video games, getting on towards evening. Lights off, tv on, but lights on in the next room. In my periphery, a dark silhouette appears in the doorway. Discernible head, torso, arms, and legs. Assume one of my roommates has come home so I turn to say hello. No one is there. Proceed through entire apartment turning on all the lights, definitely home alone.

Every day for at least four years and probably longer, there is a different kind of meat sitting in the grass at the end of this alley. Sausage links, sandwich meat, hot dogs, burger patties, chicken nuggets, teriyaki. Every day. Sometimes it has human bites taken out of it.

In 2010 a shirtless man was found in the parking lot of Probuild, scratched up and brandishing a sword and throwing knives. Approached by police, he told the officers that he had "been hunting Werewolves and C.H.U.D.s." He was taken to the hospital in Bremerton for evaluation. The woods there were bulldozed a few years later and the site now is a bank, a Walgreens, and the new Virginia Mason medical clinic. Coyotes and deer were reportedly displaced by the construction, but there have been no further Werewolf sightings reported. http://pugetsoundblogs.com/bainbridge-conversation/2010/03/23/police-detain-sword-waving-knife-throwing-werewolf-hunter/

A crow a dropped a chicken McNugget directly on my head. Still unsure if he liked or hated me...

I was living in the basement of this nearly 100 y/o building - facing the alley so things always seemed a little more dark and spooky. The day before I had dutifully washed my dishes and had them drying on a rack on the counter. This is important cuz they had been sitting there for 24+ hours (No heat issues, no slipping) when randomly one of my glass tumblers explodes. I think this is weird but think nothing of it until two more spontaneously shatter several minutes later. The unit also had creepy "moving" sink holes, ala every now and then my floor would dip/sink when walking over it but not always.