Skinwalkers | Rocky Mountain Legends
In Navajo culture, a skin-walker (Navajo: yee naaldlooshii) is a type of harmful witch who has Encounter stories may be composed as Navajo victory stories, with the skin-walkers approaching a hogan and being scared away. Non-Native. 12 People Tell Their Terrifying Encounters With Navajo Skinwalkers. Skinwalker Illustration-"Navajo skinwalkers: sacy in large part because people who believe in The first photos of Charles Manson in custody, dated Dec. 9, -. An encounter with yee naaldlooshii. The first time I heard of skinwalkers, I was a new student at a Navajo reservation high school, sitting awkwardly amongst a group of It didn't take us long to start dating and falling in love.
This is a far cry from society's view on the other shapeshifting myths found in this article: These creatures have been criticized and romanticized within the media, unlike their Navajo cousin.
No matter how society treats these legends, however, one thing remains. Shapeshifting into wild beasts is an ancient fear. The Navajo Medicine Man The Navajo healers, Hataalii, are a sacred people who have personal powers that give them the ability to cure the sick and help the injured.
The Hataalii are a conductor of the magic of The People, and in this capacity, they have the power to protect. Their healing practices are in chants and songs. They perfect these songs and use them to conduct their lifework. These mystical figures are powerful.
However, the medicine man can use their powers for evil. And when they complete a specific ritual they will make a transformation into the most feared Skinwalker. Hataalii to Skinwalker To become a Skinwalker, a Hataalii must preform a ritual act. They must kill someone dear to them. Generally it is a close relative. In some legends, they must eat a part of the person. In killing a loved one, a Skinwalker becomes more beast than human.
Once this act is completed, the Skinwalker can shape shift into any animal they chose. The most common of animals is the coyote, owl, fox, wolf and crow. What Is a Skinwalker? Ask any Navajo, and they will tell you the same thing; Skinwalkers are not myth.
- 12 People Tell Their Terrifying Encounters With Navajo Skinwalkers
They aren't the bogeyman. They aren't a fabricated story to make children stay inside at night. They are real, dangerous, and powerful. Merely talking about them can shift their gaze to you, and doing so could mean death.
Scary Stories Of Skinwalkers, Native American Shapeshifters
In all the literature, there are a few things that Skinwalkers can't do. Skinwalkers cannot enter a home.
It seems that they are not allowed in unless invited. Skinwalkers cannot undo their state. They will always be a Skinwalker. Skinwalkers would take the hide of a wolf or coyote, put it on, and were said to physically transform into that animal. They would appear slightly too large, disproportionate, and have red glowing eyes.
They left oversized animal footprints. When in human form, skinwalkers used various spells and potions to sicken and kill those around them. And as animals, they were fierce, vicious, and bloodthirsty. Hardly any creature in the folklore of the Native Americans was as feared as the skinwalker. Some version of the American skinwalker is found in most Native American cultures, but it's the Navajo that is most prevalent.
But shapeshifting humans are common in the mythology of almost every culture worldwide. In fact we can even trace the shapeshifting witches along the human civilizations that first entered the Americas via the Bering Strait from Asia, beginning with the Wendigo of the northern tribes. The Navajo tradition comes down from the Anasazi, an umbrella term for the prehistoric Native American tribes, and we can follow the stories south from there as humanity gradually filled the continent.
The list of transforming beings from Europe, Asia, and Africa from folklore alone, even omitting fiction would fill an encyclopedia. Most stories of the Navajo skinwalker today carry a modern touch, such as the various ways skinwalkers could and could not be killed with bullets. This may be simply because it wasn't until European culture began to mix with the Native Americans, and introduced things like guns and horses, that the stories were translated into English.
Stories of the skinwalkers are usually about strange half-human looking creatures chasing cars and terrorizing the innocent on foot. Two New Mexico Highway Patrol officers experienced nearly identical terrifying encounters, as they discovered when comparing notes later. Both were driving on lonely stretches of road late at night, outside of Gallup, New Mexico. They described hideous dark creatures who appeared to be wearing what they called "ghostly masks", and ran alongside the patrol cars at full highway speed, seemingly trying to get in.
Ina family in Flagstaff, Arizona was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of drumming outside. Investigating, they saw the dark forms of three men repeatedly trying and failing to climb a fence to get onto their property.
They invited a Navajo woman to investigate, and she reported that the men had been skinwalkers who wanted the family's power but couldn't get in because some spell was protecting the home. A Bureau of Indian Affairs security officer working on the Ute reservation near Fort Duchesne doo-SHEN spotted a large, dark, round-looking creature outside a tribal building that vaulted a wall and ran away with surprising speed when confronted.
He called another officer, and the two chased it through the neighborhood called Little Chicago. It knocked over trash cans throughout the town as it escaped.
They described its eyes as coal red and unusually large. A family driving through the Navajo reservation along route in southern Utah was shocked as a dark hairy animal wearing a man's clothes suddenly sprang out of a ditch and lunged at their truck with its arms up over its head.
It had glowing eyes and despite its dark fur, looked like no animal they'd ever seen. I honestly don't remember most of the Window Rock trip but this next part I can never forget.
It had just rained earlier in the day and the road was kind of slick so we were taking it pretty slow. On the left of the highway there is nothing but sandstone cliffs and on the right there is a huge field separated from the road by a small barbed wire fence.
We crest the top of this hill and down at the bottom of the hill we see what appears to be a very large dog, sitting back on its haunches in the middle of the road, facing the cliffs. My Dad calls over the radio "Hey Trav, do you see that big ass dog? Speed up right now and hit it! He just keeps screaming "Hit it!
Jj you have to hit it! It's covered in this brown, wiry, matted hair that appears to have dried blood all over it. It's still facing the cliffs but the moment our headlights hit it, it turns and looks at us and it has a It looks twisted and distorted and almost in pain.