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The Albino Donkey in Grand Canyon Sweat Lodge

“So our tribe is Umatilla. That’s the name. That’s the name of our tribe. It’s in northern eastern Oregon. Okay. And. And, you know, while I was out there, one of the things I do is a sweat lodge.

It’s like a ceremony where you go into, like, this mud igloo, and they get these, like, blackstone rocks, and they get really, really hot all day long.

And. And then you. You go in there. The rocks in there. And then you go in there and you sit in, like, a little crisscross applesauce, you know, position.

And they bring water in there. And then they. They close up the. The. The. The hut, and they’ve got herbs on top of there, too, like, you know, sage and other stuff.

So they get that water on that hot rock, and it just like.

It’s like a. You just hear, like, sizzling on rocks, and then that steam gets released within the hut.

Well, when you’re doing this, it. It literally feels like. It feels like your skin is melting. It’s so darn hot. You feel like. You feel like surely my. I’m gonna see, like, my skin melting off my arms because it’s so hot.

And you’re like, oh, let me blow. Let me cool myself down a little bit. So you. So you gotta blow. And it feels like you’re breathing fire on top of your skin.

Likeinstinct that’s a bad idea. Let’s not do that. So you. You have to contain your breathing in a nice, slow, slow breath so you’re not breathing too hard.

So you have to control that whole panic inset, which, you know, a lot of people can’t handle it because you kind of start to panic.

And. And then you get into this, like, you know, once you get that slow breathing, you can get this, like, really nice and meditative state.

And of course, there’s drumming going on outside where, you know, so that, that also, the, the, the drumming of the, of the drums puts you also in a, in a nice sort of trance.

And then, once you sit in for 20 minutes, there’s a river right next door.

Oh, the other thing is rivers. Like, if I’m next to a river, that flowing water is like my charger battery.

Like, I can pick up on almost anything that, like, I’m like, supercharged.

So running water is like. It’s like if I wanted my abilities to be like, on high, you know, premium, you know, optimum position of everything.

Running water. It’s just like, it’s amazing electrical or circuit for charging.

That ability, for some reason I find, at least for me.

And then you jump the water and you, you, you, you know, you pull yourself off.

Well, one of the things that they do prior to that is calledtype of cactuseremony, ya ou.

They, they prepare peyote tea. I don’t know if you. If you’re familiar with that.

Speaker 2 (shaking head), I’m not.

Speaker 1 You don’t know what that is? Okay, so peyote is a cactus type of plant or type of plant that you use part of it, and they take about like 48 hours to prepare this tea.

But it’s a, It’s a hallucinogenic type of tea, apparently.

But so you drink it, and literally, you have like half a teaspoon.

I mean, it’s very little that you drink. And then you, you know, we went on a. A hike throughout the Grand Canyon. And while we were out hiking, which is funny because I didn’t realize that no one else saw this but myself, I was watching and like, oh, my gosh, look at this white albino donkey that’s behind me, following me.

I’m like. And it had a palm leaf in. In its mouth. I’m like, wow, that’s really amazing. Like, this pure white albino donkey is following me.

He’s got this palm leaf. Like, that’s. Wow. I couldn’t even believe it, you know. Right. And. Well, yeah, I was the only one that saw that. So, you know, who knows where my mind was at? But it was, it was quite a. I don’t know, it was a very spiritual moment.

I felt very. It actually felt. I felt like it was showing me the way to go down this, this treacherous, you know, mountain in the, you know, Grand Canyons, you know, and, and the Havasupai or the Havasupai Indians, That’s who was leading this ceremony. Anyway. That was a really interesting and very spiritual. Very beautiful, enlightening experience as. As far as, like, at that point when you’re under that influence, You know, you feel so connected to Mother Earth and Your ancestors and stuff like that. You feel like they’re guiding you in, you know, teaching you the ways of What, like, you know, what life, what truly living is, you know, like, you know, being, you know, take. Like when. If you go hunting, you don’t. You don’t. You don’t kill the first animal that you see of that species. You wait till you see more than one, because if you only see one, that means that the population is not enough to support your hunting. Right, right. It’s just being mindful. Right? Mindful of, you know, the nature and, you know, what, what you, you know, how much you take is what you’re going to receive.And so, you know, don’t always use all of the animal, always using all the plant or, you know, you know, just being mindful of all that stuff.” 

Her thoughts : 

She sees this as a deeply spiritual and meaningful experience. She describes feeling connected to Mother Earth and to her ancestors, and believes they were guiding her and teaching her ways of living. In particular, she emphasizes ideas of being mindful in nature, such as how and when to use resources, including animals and plants, and living in balance rather than excess.

My thoughts: 

This was, by far, the story that felt the most cultural and spiritual to me compared to the other ghost stories she shared in that session. It also generated the most questions for me. I really enjoyed learning about the Umatilla tribe, and it made me curious to hear more about their habits and ceremonies. Before this, I didn’t know anything about the tribe, the sweat lodge ceremony, or the Havasupai who led it.

I found myself wondering about the structure and purpose of the ceremony – why they hold it, how often it takes place, and what it is based on. Is it connected to a specific time of year, a need within the tribe, or some kind of celebration? I was also curious about the physical experience itself: how many people are inside the hut, whether there are multiple huts, and if everyone participates in the hike together afterward. Even small details stood out to me, like the peyote tea – why it takes 48 hours to prepare and how it is actually made.

I was especially interested in the moment where she saw the white albino donkey. Within her belief system, that kind of animal can be understood as sacred or spiritual, which made the moment feel significant. The fact that it was carrying a palm leaf in its mouth made me think it could be interpreted as a kind of message, especially since that is not something I would expect to see in that environment. I even tried to look into what a white donkey might symbolize, and found that in different belief systems it can represent ideas like peace, wisdom, or guidance.

Overall, this story felt like a combination of a ghost encounter (the donkey) along with a spiritual experience shaped by cultural beliefs and ritual.

The Ball that Came Back

“When I was growing up with my sister, we had shared a bedroom, and this was in Thousand Oaks, California.

And her bed was on one side of the room and my bedroom was on.

My bed was on the other side of the room. We were. One night, we were both in our beds, and we were tossing a ball back and forth to each other.

Right. You know, she missed when she went to throw the ball to me, she had, like.

Didn’t throw enough power, so went underneath my bed.

So it took about, like, you know, 10 seconds. I went, oh, faster. God, I gotta go under here. When I tried to reach underneath there, the ball went flying right to her.

Which scared her and I to, you know, to pieces. This is so needless to say. So that evening we went to bed, and in the middle of the night, I was woken up by my mom saying, are you okay?

Are you okay? And I didn’t know what was going on. I somehow had my tongue underneath. My tongue was severed.

Yeah, so I don’t know how. There’s no way you can bite. You can’t, like, you know, bite your tongue. That’s impossible. It was clean. Like, just a clean cut, too. Just, you know, the thing that attaches your tongue to the bottom of your jaw.

So that was completely cut. So, like, the. We were. I was raised Mormon growing up. I. I’m no longer Mormon. I actually believe in more spiritual, like, Native American Indian spiritual, that type of belief.

Anyway, she. So. So they. The priest came and took me. They didn’t take me to the hospital. I don’t know why. They. I went to church. The church had stitched it up. They did, like. Like, a cleansing blessing, which I thought was interesting in hindsight. This house. This house had. Was. There’s six siblings in my family. We always consider, like, there was just a weird, creepy thing.

This isn’t like that. This is the. The Terrence. It’s like, always weird creepy things that would happen.

Like my younger brother. We had a babysitter. My mom was actually kind of whatever. She went to babies. And my younger brother was somehow pushed out of the second story window.

And, yeah, he. So somehow he ended up being. He doesn’t remember because he was like, four or five.

He got up to the second story window and was thrown out, and he broke his.

Shattered his pelvis and stuff like that. No, he was younger because he was like three. He couldn’t even crawl yet. So he had to be really young. Anyway, this is the same house where this weird shenanigans would happen.

You know, you’d hear, like, you know, knocking, which we thought it was always the, you’re my brother, or, you know, because there’s six of us. You always thought it was like, oh, is one of the siblings kind of messing with you?

Right, right. Well, you know, after that experience of having that ball and, you know, being thrown, you know, you know, across the way and then having my tongue severed, you know, even more strange things started to happen.

That’s just kind of like where it kind of all started, you know, realizing, well, there’s probably more to this.”

Context

  • The informer has been my next-door neighbor for the last 17 years. She talked to me in a Zoom interview.
  • The story takes place in her childhood home
  • She told me this story because I asked if she had any ghost stories to share with me, now that I study this in college, and collecting field stories is one of our class activities.

Her thoughts

She believes this was the beginning of realizing that something paranormal was present in that house, with ongoing, unexplained forces at work. She supported that by adding several other incidents that no one could explain that followed that moment. She also said that this was the moment she started to be more aware and feel things. 

My thoughts

I thought this story is especially compelling because it starts as a game with a playful and innocent object – a ball – in the girls’ bedroom. But then, when the ball is under her bed and not near her sister, it suddenly seems to gain its own energy. She doesn’t throw it back – it “flies” on its own, or by some other force, which shifts the moment from something ordinary into something unsettling.

Later that same night, on that same side of the room, another unexplained event happens, and her tongue gets a clean cut and starts bleeding. The fact that both events are tied to the same space makes it feel less random and more connected, almost like that area of the room holds a kind of presence or energy. It creates a sense of the uncanny, where something familiar – a bedroom, a childhood game – starts to feel unfamiliar and unsafe.

What also stood out to me is that her parents did not take her to a doctor, but instead brought her to the church for treatment and a blessing. I’m not sure exactly why, but it seems like this response reflects their belief system and how they interpreted what happened. Rather than seeing it as a purely medical issue, they may have understood it as something spiritual that required a religious response. That decision adds another layer to the story, because it shows how belief shapes action, especially in moments that are hard to explain.

She also describes this as the moment when she begins to realize that other strange things are happening around her. To me, this feels like a turning point, not just in the story, but in how she understands her environment. It reads almost like a liminal moment, where she moves from childhood innocence into a more aware stage, where everyday spaces no longer feel fully stable or predictable.

What makes the story especially strong is that it combines an unexplained physical event with a lasting injury, which gives it a real sense of stakes. It shows how something small and ordinary (the ball) can become physically disturbing, and how a personal space like a bedroom can take on an uncanny quality, with a lingering sense of “energy” that is hard to explain but clearly felt.

Her Thoughts

She believes this was the beginning of realizing that something paranormal was present in that house, with ongoing, unexplained forces at work. She supported that by adding several other incidents that no one could explain that followed that moment. She also said that this was the moment she started to be more aware and feel things. 

My Thoughts

I thought this story is especially compelling because it starts as a game with a playful and innocent object – a ball – in the girls’ bedroom. But then, when the ball is under her bed and not near her sister, it suddenly seems to gain its own energy. She doesn’t throw it back – it “flies” on its own, or by some other force, which shifts the moment from something ordinary into something unsettling.

Later that same night, on that same side of the room, another unexplained event happens, and her tongue gets a clean cut and starts bleeding. The fact that both events are tied to the same space makes it feel less random and more connected, almost like that area of the room holds a kind of presence or energy. It creates a sense of the uncanny, where something familiar – a bedroom, a childhood game – starts to feel unfamiliar and unsafe.

What also stood out to me is that her parents did not take her to a doctor, but instead brought her to the church for treatment and a blessing. I’m not sure exactly why, but it seems like this response reflects their belief system and how they interpreted what happened. Rather than seeing it as a purely medical issue, they may have understood it as something spiritual that required a religious response. That decision adds another layer to the story, because it shows how belief shapes action, especially in moments that are hard to explain.

She also describes this as the moment when she begins to realize that other strange things are happening around her. To me, this feels like a turning point, not just in the story, but in how she understands her environment. It reads almost like a liminal moment, where she moves from childhood innocence into a more aware stage, where everyday spaces no longer feel fully stable or predictable.

What makes the story especially strong is that it combines an unexplained physical event with a lasting injury, which gives it a real sense of stakes. It shows how something small and ordinary (the ball) can become physically disturbing, and how a personal space like a bedroom can take on an uncanny quality, with a lingering sense of “energy” that is hard to explain but clearly felt.

The Dream After Death

“My brother was killed by me almost 20 years ago. And five days before he passed away, I had just moved back from Aruba and he had called me up and he’s like, hey, what are you doing?

It’s my birthday. And I’m like, I’m just. I don’t know, it’s my birthday, let’s hang out. So we hung out and we had a great time. And five days later I was sleeping and all of a sudden I woke up and I was like I couldn’t figure out why I, like, woke up, like in, you know, like, why am I awake? And about 30 minutes later, I get a phone call, 4:00 in the morning, 4:30 in the morning.

And it was my brother calling me, saying that, you know, my brother was found dead and, and I was saying “no way” because I had just talked to him that night.

I was supposed to go down there for Thanksgiving to hang out with him, and I was moving that same weekend. So I was like, you know what? I really shouldn’t do that. I should just stick to packing my bags and, you know, stay focused and so let’s go out next weekend.

And we hung up. It’s 11:30 at night. And then of course, my brother calls me the next morning saying he passed and I was saying “no”, I just spoke to him, you know, I’m like, “no”.

I kept saying “no”. He’s like, yes. He’s kind of like, well, how. Anyways, he, you know. By the way, the cause of death is basically unknown. Okay. I believe his wife killed him, in my opinion.

Just from what I have gathered, he was trying to leave her, and she didn’t want to grant the divorce for almost a year.

Trying to leave her. Anyway, there was a lot of turmoil that went online.

So I was sleeping and I was trying to figure out, like, how can I honor my brother, right?

And. And I was very upset. And he came to visit me in this dream and he said, “you’re not gonna know what happened to me”.

And I was like, what? Why? He’s like, “they don’t have testing for it”. I’m like, okay. He’s like, “but I’m okay. And, you know, you need to basically let go so I can move on”.

I was like, oh, gosh, okay. And I woke up from that dream, and I was like, I felt better because I’m like, at least he came to visit me, you know.”

Their thoughts

The teller believes this was genuine communication from her brother after death, reinforced by the psychic’s confirmation later. She thinks her brother showed up so they can both move on to the next part of their journey; she felt like she did not need to think about how to honor him, and he could move on to the other side and rest in peace.

My thoughts

I found this story interesting because it blends her grief over her brother with her belief in the afterlife.  This story showed how ghost stories can offer comfort and a sense of closure. I was also moved by the fact that after this experience, she chose to meet with a psychic, and that the psychic was able to share details about her brother that felt very specific and personal. That seemed to reinforce her belief that the person she saw in her dream was actually her brother, beyond any doubt she might have had before.

At the same time, I found myself having questions that I didn’t ask during the interview. For example, I was wondering about the timing – was the dream before or after the funeral, and how soon after his death did it happen? I also wondered whether her brother appeared to other family members, especially since she mentioned that her mother and her sons have similar abilities.

I was also fascinated by the uncertainty around his cause of death. The idea that there was “no testing” for it, and that this detail was repeated both in the dream and by the psychic, adds another layer to the story. It creates a sense that some things remain unknowable through conventional means, which may be why the dream and the psychic experience carry so much meaning for her.

The Presence in the Bed

“So one time I was over at my mom’s place and she just, you know, moved out.

This is later on in life. And I had this. This. This place where my mom was staying had this weird energy.

I mean, really kind of like you got a bad, you know, feeling in your stomach.

So I’m laying down in her bed, and she was in the shower.

And as I’m laying down in her bed, I’ve had my eyes kind of shut.

I’m just kind of relaxing. I felt what felt like someone kind of came up behind me and kind of spooned me.

That was weird. So I opened it. When I open my eyes, there is no one there but you. I mean, you literally clearly felt someone getting on the bed, you know, each step and then putting their body next to you and putting their arm around you.

And I kind of jumped up and freaked out a little bit.  What the heck? What the heck was that? That’s a little uncomfortable. It. And it didn’t feel like it. It didn’t feel like it had good intentions, if you know what I mean […] yeah, nefarious. So then, okay, so that’s just one other experience.”

Storyteller’s thoughts

The teller interprets this as an encounter with an unwanted or negative spirit. She mentioned the “place” had weird energy, the kind that gives you  “a bad, you know, feeling in your stomach”. And so the spirit was from the same space and gave her that bad feeling. 

My thoughts

Here were several points that made this an interesting story. The first one is the timing – she said it was much later in life, especially compared to the first story where she was a child. She also mentioned that her mom had “moved out,” and I didn’t ask for more details, but it made me wonder what led to that: was it a divorce, a death, or some kind of transition? She also refers to the space as just a “place,” not a home or even a house, which stood out to me. It almost makes it sound like the space itself is temporary or unsettled, and she even describes it as having bad energy, like nothing good can really happen there.

Another thing I kept thinking about is that she was lying on her mom’s bed. Why was she there? Was she stepping into her mom’s space, even temporarily? It made me wonder if whatever she felt might have been directed at her mom, and not at her – like maybe whatever presence was there didn’t realize someone else was in the bed, and then “left” once it did.

She says, “when I opened my eyes,” which made me pause. It sounds like there was a gap between feeling the touch and reacting to it. I wonder why – was she frozen, trying to process it, or unsure of what she was feeling? That moment feels almost suspended, like a liminal state between sleep and waking, where the body and mind don’t fully react right away.

This story stands out because it involves physical touch, which makes it more intense than typical ghost stories. It creates a strong sense of fear because the experience feels clearly unwanted by the teller. At the same time, there are still things left unsaid – like whether she told anyone afterward – which adds to the unsettling feeling, because the experience stays somewhat contained and unresolved.