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dolari"What's the strangest thing you've stumbled across while exploring?"
Three things:
1) So, back in the 1950s there used to be a road called "Voeckler Lane" that went to fields in North San Antonio. By the late 1980s, it'd been closed off and turned into a private driveway that went to a house maybe a quarter mile down the road. However, the rest of the road still existed until it turned into a storm drain for a subdivison. I was an avid bike rider then, and decided to explore it. I drove past the house and continued on. The road quickly deteriorated, although large chunks of asphalt still remained. On one of these was spray painted "GET OUT." A few feet up the road some more was "GO AWAY" in larger letters. A few feet farther up, I found myself staring at a large Satanic Baphomet Sigil, about ten feet in diameter spray painted on the road in immaculate detail. I got the heck out of there. This area is now part of Phil Hardberger Park. Wonder if anyone saw that was a satanic circle before it was a park....
2) In the 1990s, I went from exploring on a bike to exploring in a 4x4. This made off roading and exploring old roads a lot easier. In North-west San Antonio is "Kreuger-Moore Road." As of now it's barricaded at the Kreuger house. But in the 90s, it continued past the house into French Creek (where it quickly became just a few ruts in the road). I drove it into (an around) the creek and after a while, the road exited the creek. I found myself in a cult de sac. In the middle was a love electrical pole with a burned out light. A building to the north was burned down, and various trailer houses were setup "radiating" around the cult de sac, also all burned down. I took a look around, but was suddenly hit with a deep feeling of dread. I was planning to poke around and take a look in the houses, when suddenly something inside me said "You shouldn't be here. You need to get out of here now. This Is A Bad Place." Considering just a few years ago I'd been in a Baphomet Sigil without blinking I decided "Yeah...I think you're right." And I left. Eventually the cul-de-sac was overrun with suburbia. Found out that the area was an old farm (probably the Moore in the Kreuger-Moore Road) which you can see here: http://historicaerials.com?layer=1955&zoom=18&lat=29.511442069551222&lon=-98.64642798900604 . Wonder what it was that just told me "GET OUT OF HERE." Or maybe I don't.
3) In a much more benign story, behind the house I grew up in was a forested creek area. I'd walk this forested creek area to Middle School and High School, 1985 to 1992. Often I'd do my homework back in there, as well as just hang out back there, just to be in nature. The area directly behind the storm drain that took me to the woods had a rock and a clear area, where I'd go to relax. The last time I walked that trail was 1992. In 2003, during a trip back to San Antonio from Austin, I noticed part of the trail had been designated as "Huebner Park." I used that as an excuse to explore the part of the creek that WASN'T marked as Huebner Creek, including that area where I used to hang out. A lot of the trails I'd used eleven years earlier had long since gone, but one was still really clear (it was used to check a fenceline) and in time I made it back to where the rock used to be. What I found was the whole area was mowed freshly clean in a circle, and the rock had been moved to the center of the circle, with a flat area facing up like a table. And on the table were, of all things, scattered green onions. In 2002 I'd begun learning about Wicca, and realized that someone had turned my old hangout into a witches circle. That someone was making a place that made me happy into something that made them happy made me...well....happy. I apologized to whatever deity the circle was being used for for intruding and went back to my car.
Three things:
1) So, back in the 1950s there used to be a road called "Voeckler Lane" that went to fields in North San Antonio. By the late 1980s, it'd been closed off and turned into a private driveway that went to a house maybe a quarter mile down the road. However, the rest of the road still existed until it turned into a storm drain for a subdivison. I was an avid bike rider then, and decided to explore it. I drove past the house and continued on. The road quickly deteriorated, although large chunks of asphalt still remained. On one of these was spray painted "GET OUT." A few feet up the road some more was "GO AWAY" in larger letters. A few feet farther up, I found myself staring at a large Satanic Baphomet Sigil, about ten feet in diameter spray painted on the road in immaculate detail. I got the heck out of there. This area is now part of Phil Hardberger Park. Wonder if anyone saw that was a satanic circle before it was a park....
2) In the 1990s, I went from exploring on a bike to exploring in a 4x4. This made off roading and exploring old roads a lot easier. In North-west San Antonio is "Kreuger-Moore Road." As of now it's barricaded at the Kreuger house. But in the 90s, it continued past the house into French Creek (where it quickly became just a few ruts in the road). I drove it into (an around) the creek and after a while, the road exited the creek. I found myself in a cult de sac. In the middle was a love electrical pole with a burned out light. A building to the north was burned down, and various trailer houses were setup "radiating" around the cult de sac, also all burned down. I took a look around, but was suddenly hit with a deep feeling of dread. I was planning to poke around and take a look in the houses, when suddenly something inside me said "You shouldn't be here. You need to get out of here now. This Is A Bad Place." Considering just a few years ago I'd been in a Baphomet Sigil without blinking I decided "Yeah...I think you're right." And I left. Eventually the cul-de-sac was overrun with suburbia. Found out that the area was an old farm (probably the Moore in the Kreuger-Moore Road) which you can see here: http://historicaerials.com?layer=1955&zoom=18&lat=29.511442069551222&lon=-98.64642798900604 . Wonder what it was that just told me "GET OUT OF HERE." Or maybe I don't.
3) In a much more benign story, behind the house I grew up in was a forested creek area. I'd walk this forested creek area to Middle School and High School, 1985 to 1992. Often I'd do my homework back in there, as well as just hang out back there, just to be in nature. The area directly behind the storm drain that took me to the woods had a rock and a clear area, where I'd go to relax. The last time I walked that trail was 1992. In 2003, during a trip back to San Antonio from Austin, I noticed part of the trail had been designated as "Huebner Park." I used that as an excuse to explore the part of the creek that WASN'T marked as Huebner Creek, including that area where I used to hang out. A lot of the trails I'd used eleven years earlier had long since gone, but one was still really clear (it was used to check a fenceline) and in time I made it back to where the rock used to be. What I found was the whole area was mowed freshly clean in a circle, and the rock had been moved to the center of the circle, with a flat area facing up like a table. And on the table were, of all things, scattered green onions. In 2002 I'd begun learning about Wicca, and realized that someone had turned my old hangout into a witches circle. That someone was making a place that made me happy into something that made them happy made me...well....happy. I apologized to whatever deity the circle was being used for for intruding and went back to my car.
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Date: 2016-09-05 10:34 pm (UTC)So, it was getting late, and we'd turned off the busier roads, in search of somewhere we could just park peacefully for the night. We found a good spot - until we went wandering a little, and happened upon a cheap baby carrier (sort of like the body of an old pram, but nothing else of the frame), and within it, a copper oil lamp and what looked like a bleached goat skull.
We felt it might not hurt to just carry on travelling for a couple more miles. =:/