We carefully made our way out of the skinwalkers' territory, watching to see if any of them were following us. When we finaly reached the end of their territory and on out of the woods, far enough away from them that we felt comfortable,or at least, enough so that we felt safe to talk, we began discussing and trying to figure out where the tribe no one has been able to find for millennia might be hiding and how exactly we were supposed to find them. The trip home was long and gave plenty of time to think of the different possibilities that could make any sense at all. Then it dawned on me that anything logical has already been explored. If something logical was able to explain whathadhappenedtothem andwhere they went, then the scientists, archeologists, and historians that have been searching for them for hundreds of years likely would have already found them. So the only thing that truly makes any sense given the circumstances is that the way they are hiding doesn't make logical sense. It was plain to see that magic or some sort of mystical forces actually did exist based on what we had just experienced. The only real option for us to explore is the side of things that makes mythological sense instead. Returning home I began pouring over every book I could find about ancient Native American cultures and different types of myths, miracles, and magic supposedly used by the Native Americans. I eventually came across these spots that appear around the world that physics can't seem to explain in the slightest. Places, where gravity seems to pull in an abnormal direction, and time seems to flow differently, and some that supposedly teleport small objects a short distance when they are dropped. Places that some people even believe to be portals to another dimension. My studies showed that nearly every Native American tribe had some ideas about alternate realities and the fact that there was supposedly an ability allowing some people to travel between them in their minds. Some even believed that there were also those who could even physically pass between the different plains of existence and back. I looked at several stories of shamans and witches that were said to traverse the paths between the worlds. The more I looked into it the more I was convinced that somehow the Anasazi had hidden themselves away in an alternate universe, and the only way to reach them was to find someone who could communicate between the worlds. I searched online for any information about dream walkers, and shamans who claimed to have the ability. I even looked into people who said that they have had an out of body experience. After a few days of searching, the only thing that caught my eye was this young man who claimed spirits that speak a strange language have appeared to him in his dreams. I emailed him to ask what exactly he experienced and was not disappointed with his response. His email read, "Hi, I am glad to finally hear from someone who doesn't think that I am completely crazy and need to be sent to the loony ben. Someone who just wants to hear the full story. One night I dreamed that I was looking down at myself as I began to walk around. I live near one of the natural spots in the world that defies physics. So I thought, why not go see it, right? So as I walk up the hill I see what looks like a heat wave shimmering in the middle of the woods, distorting light around it. I went towards it because it just looked so unusual and interesting. However, after nearing the distorted area, the environment began to change and I saw a seemingly great tribe of Native American spirits. I studied ancient Native American cultures and languages but couldn't understand what they said. I spent what felt like years attempting to learn their language before I began trying to learn from them how to get back home and they eventually taught me how to speak fluently with them and make it back to my home. When I woke up I found that I had been in a coma for nearly 3 years. I later tried to explain that I was stuck in what I called the spirit world and I couldn't get back because I couldn't find my body. The only problem was that nobody believed that it had happened. They all thought it was a figment of my imagination since I had been in a coma for such a long time. I was put on several medications after I continued to tell everyone about the many new adventures into other worlds that I would make nightly, and I never lost the ability. I only stopped telling people anything so that they would stop pumping me full of drugs. They really mess with my head. Nobody has actually said anything to me about my adventures since I got off the medications, and I honestly didn't think anyone would ever message me asking seriously about the whole situation. " I didn't know how to react to his response. I was so excited that I just asked him if he could take me too. and he just replied, "Ummmm... that might maybe be something I could do, but it's quite dangerous and could be quite difficult. We would have to meet and establish a few things." I responded, "I understand. What kind of things should I know before we meet, and will you be able to take more than one person with you?" This time, it took a fairly long while for him to respond. He said, "I can, but for every person that goes, the process becomes more and more difficult and it also becomes more and more dangerous. The smaller the group that goes with me, the greater the chances of success and fewer chances of one of you being stranded somewhere in the multiverse."
