The Familiarity of Kidnap

I once had such a very profound and indelible image of a young woman who had been missing for sometime in a northern state, perhaps Minnesota?? that I called the local sheriff to report what I was "seeing". The guy who answered the phone there at the sheriff's office was genuinely polite and said "Well, tell me what you have. We don't have anything."

I told him I saw a young woman, adolescent, in lingerie she had been made to wear, now abandoned at the bottom of a quarry-like place. I saw her freezing to death and unable to climb out. I thought she was dying from exposure and starvation.

I also saw the land above her. It was an open stretch of rolling hills. There was a large metal building on a rise, like a warehouse... and this building overlooked a highway. There was nothing else around. It seemed like maybe large vehicles or farm machinery was kept there in the building. The highway was very busy--like an interstate.

The man at the sheriff's office said he couldn't think of a place like that, but they would work on it. He thanked me.

He asked if I'd done this before and I said I had had images--some that had panned out and some that never did.

I watched the news for some time and never saw anything more about her.

I had been working for sometime with a mentor to find balance in these sorts of experiences and I wrote to her to tell her about the images I had seen and the degree of upset I was having about this. She gave me some exercises of protection to work with and said "There, that should take care of your kidnapped woman"

I would say that this was early in the 2000's although I am not very good with chronological time, but I believe that I have been working consciously with 'my kidnapped woman' rather consistently since then. Previously, it was very unconscious. In 2013 I continue to actively and proactively pursue the work.

I am now reading Room by Emma Donoghue. It is a novel told through a 5 year old boy's eyes who was born to a woman who had been kidnapped and held in an 11 by 11 soundproofed shed for 7 years. While I had been kidnapped for only an afternoon as a child, I have slowly realized that one can be captive without knowing it, of course, and that my own sense of the world was akin to the one Jack developed in his mother's captivity.

A Kidnapped Child, Woman.

Garridos' neighbours reveal 'Creepy Phil's' drug-fuelled orgies with the hillbillies

By Andrew Malone

UPDATED:19:28 EST, 30 August 2009

Certainly, Walnut Avenue is a grubby, primitive and predominantly white area. Many of the homes are little more than wooden shacks with children playing in the dirt outside.

'Creepy Phil': Garrido had wild parties in his garden

Drug and alcohol addiction are widespread; back yards are littered with cars and fridges. Astonishingly, the area is home to 144 rapists and paedophiles.

'People here live off the grid,' says one local police source. 'That means they use drugs, don't pay taxes and never pay their bills. They live as they want to - and pay no attention to anyone else. And everyone who lives here is very happy with that arrangement.'

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