A year ago for my birthday, my husband, my sister-law, her husband and myself went to Western Maryland for a get-away in the mountains. We decided stop by a Residential Camp, my brother in-law had stayed in when he was a foster child. The camp is about 300 acres, nice area with beautiful scenery. We really enjoyed ourselves walking through the woods, enjoying nature. My brother in-law spoke to us about his experience at the camp and how being there made him a better person because of the structure, discipline and being outside the city.
We visited the camp sites that were set up for the kids that stayed there. Each site was named after an Indian tribe and was spaced at least 1 1/2 miles apart. Going to the next site, I raced up a hill and was immediately hit with a strange feeling. I could not cross the threshold. My husband calls this my "moment". I could not move my feet forward. I fell on my knees crying. I heard a voice that sounded like a old woman say "pray child". I prayed, I prayed, like my life depended on it, I can't tell you what I prayed for because I don't know. I heard other voices that were not my family. The voices were babbled as if everyone one was speaking at once. I could not move for at least 15 minutes. When I was able to compose myself, I had to walk backwards out of the site area. I was completely drained and full of questions.
I have experienced spirits before, either I heard them or seen them, but nothing like that. My grandmother who I know has experiences with spirits could only come up with that the spirits were protecting me. Protecting me from what?