hello to everyone...........root, kitty, lost american......,

well, the husband and i took a week out this year to explore gettysburg, pa.  most notably he wanted me to check the place out since he's well aware now that i've got abilities in the area of ghosts.  the trip over from ohio was new territory for me but it was exhausting none the less.  that was an advil night to be sure.  hey!  what can i say but that all sorts of things hurt when you get older?  the next day had to be the hottest on record because everyone was suffering from it.  the military park was the first place we hit and was just sort of drove through it to see what i'd pick up on.  i closed my eyes on occasion to get a pure feel of things.  surely in some there was no more feeling of spirits than i'd have felt in my own yard at home.  that's to say that there was none.  i told my husband not to tell me anything about each area where many had died but it wasn't hard to tell which areas would have the best cover for combat.  even so i found myself being drawn into out of body experiences which were all too profound.  i wasn't prepared to see so many young boys in some of these battles.  those i saw firing guns in the wheat field near devil's den were just young teens.  none the less, they gave it their all.  their grey uniforms weren't at all fitted but were usually baggy at best.  i saw that some had thick, wide leather belts holding up pants which were too big at the waist for them.  these were young boys who didn't yet have substantial muscle mass to their bodies.  even so they were toughing it out with great concentration on their faces.  i could also see the faces of young me across from the wheat field behind bolders.  their uniforms looked ill fitted of coarsely woven fabric.  i could tell by the looks on their faces that they didn't take any joy in shooting boys of such a young age.  the younger ones, however, were putting up quite a fight none the less.  in such situations it's up to those fighting to choose to live or allow the other person the advantage.  i did find that i could view the entirety of the military park which encompassed most of the battles at gettysburg.  i found this easiest to do while atop the viewing platform near the peace monument.  it had the least amount of climbing on such a hot day.  i could see the bulk of men coming from certain directions in that area and what color their uniforms were.  this was long before i knew who had occupied these areas.  there were distinct areas which were held by either side.  atop this viewing platform with my eyes closed i could see how the troops had progressed across the landscape.  they looked like they were taking their time crossing the fields due to the bright sun and the high heat.  it had taken place in july 2 and 3rd.  our visit to gettysburg had been the end of july and it was absolutely scorching.  when i went out of body to experience the day these troops were crossing this area it was cooler but not by much.  there was also a breeze from time to time which drifted across the entire area.  i was glad for them that it wasn't as hot for them as it was for us.  i chose the devil's den area to try and make contact with someone from that time.  i'd told my husband if i wandered off from him not to pay any attention to me and certainly not to think about what i might be thinking.  i told him it was better for me if my mind didn't have to sift through his thoughts to exclude them from what i was picking up on.  crossing the road behind devil's den i walked through a farm fence gate to begin detaching myself from 2007.  a gate such as this in a fence which was there at the time of the battle was a good place to begin.  all the fences that area there now were there at that time.  so, i began by clearing out my mind and sort of allowing myself to swim into a particular time in the past.  i saw men sitting around a small fire atop what appeared to be rock.  it appeared to me that they were melting lead to make shot with.  there were three of them in that spot which was below and hopefully beyond the range of little round top.  a young man of maybe 16 years of age came walking up to them from the rear area where i saw wooden crates full of supplies.  he'd already picked up and was carrying canteens hung from his shoulders.  now he seemed to be collecting shot just made by these other three men.  he had a small wooden crate lined with cloth of some sort.  i walked behind him a bit as he began to go towards devil's den's upper portion from the back left.  he stopped before i realized what he was doing and i felt as if i'd bump into him since i wasn't paying attention to where i was going.  i was just following at a close distance.  he turned to look to his left towards some others who were fighting below this spot  on top of the rocks.  he caught one man's eye and the man shook his head no, i suppose this was to let the boy know he didn't need anything yet.  the boy looked around and so did i when i felt like i'd somehow gone too far into this out of body experience.  the boy looked right at me so i suspected from this that he could see me.  before i could say or do anything he blurted out, "who the devil are you?!!"  who indeed.  that devil's den wasn't named for me!  even so i began hearing bees zinging past my head and realized quickly that these were bullets or shot!  i once saw a program where a person shot at an intruder in his house who then disappeared in front of his eyes.  the door behind where the intruder had been held the bullets and also had blood splatters around them.  yep, that flashed in my mind at that instant and i blurted out to the boy that he'd best get down and under cover before he gets shot and i pushed myself out of the situation.  i found myself back in 2007 and could see my husband nearby.  i shook myself to think i could've maybe been shot or maybe gotten stuck in that instant in the past.  sadness pervaded the grounds around these fortifications and eased quite a bit on the periphery where the larger groups were forming up.  all in all it was a unique experience.  i wonder if the boy survived the battle or if he ever held a gun in it.  i wonder if he lived to go back home to grow old.  i wonder if he told anyone about seeing me....lol. 

patty