My Experience with a Skinwalker by Navajo land and later taking care of Skinwalker Attack Wounds in the Hospital when I worked for Indian Health Services
It was probably about 1979. I was driving in northern Arizona on Rt 40 towards the eastern part of the state going from Sedona into NM. Part of Rt 40 goes through Navajo Reservation, most is just south of it. It was a bright, sunny day, no clouds, maybe about 2 or 3 PM. I'm driving a 1978 Subaru Sedan and going the speed limit. This area is totally devoid of houses, trees, people, it's high desert with mesas and mountains in the distance, very flat, dry land. As I'm heading east I see a man standing on my side of the road looking towards me and I slow down. He looked American Native, black hair, roundish face, dark skin, red button down shirt, jeans and very thin, the clothing was oversize for him. Looking at his feet I see two sticks, not ankles, no shoes, almost like dog feet. He looked like a normal Indian but he had three strips of what looked like white paint from his head down to the hem of his trousers. One bright white stripe in the middle, scalp to crotch and one on either side of him going down to the bottom of his pant leg. This drew my attention to his feet more.
He just stood there looking in my direction. Solid white strips just like someone used a paint brush and made the three white streaks on his hair, face and clothing. I thought maybe it's some custom they have. Living in Arizona you learn quickly to always carry extra water in your vehicle incase of an emergency. I had planned on stopping to offer assistance and water and this voice in my head that has alarmed me many times when something important is about to happen told me to drive on by, don't look at him and to hold my breath. I learned a long time ago to listen to that inner communication and I passed him by, looking only at the road and held my breath. After I passed him I was about to look in the rearview mirror and I heard that voice again tell me not to look at his reflection. I didn't. I drove on to my destination and when I made the return trip back to Arizona I didn't see him again.
I wondered what he was doing there, who let him off there and why he was painted with three white strips. About 20 years later I was an RN working Hospice and working in a hospital part time. One of my patients was a retired Sheriff Ranger from the Navajo Nation. Sweet man, we started talking and both shared experiences with the Phoenix Lights UFO craft of 1997. During the conversation I asked about the painted man. His smile stopped and he listened when I told him the description. He said that was a Skinwalker and he was wanting to find a victim. He said looking at them could cause an attack and when they want to poison someone they turn into an animal and shake their dust and hair on them which will kill them. If I had looked at its reflection it would be like welcoming the being into my personal space, inviting it in. he said seeing the ankle and feet like a dog's feet it might have been transforming.
I sat on that experience for over 2 decades until I spoke up about it. Shortly after this I became a nurse and worked for Indian Health Services in their hospital working mostly high risk labor and delivery and newborn nursery but we wore many hats there and I worked pediatrics and ER, too. I had never heard of Skinwalkers but cared for the wounds they gave to some of the patients. This part I've posted before so I'll copy and paste it below.
This part was posted in Skinwalker Ranch sub 1 year ago, link to original post is below:
Early 1980s I worked for Indian Health Services in Arizona. Mostly I worked high risk obstetrics, labor and delivery, newborn care and pediatrics. We were staffed poorly thus wore many hats at the hospital and would float into the clinics, too.
I worked with nurses from the Ute, Hopi, Navajo and other tribes that told me about Skinwalkers. I'd never heard of them, this was about 45 years ago. They would describe them as dogs, wolves and kangaroos running on their hind legs and morphing into near human shapes. Some of the native nurses would almost go into a PTSD reaction recounting their stories while they told them.
We had a traveling clinic I got to participate in where we'd go to the reservations and provide on site services rather than have them come a long distance to the hospital. Some of the younger residents would speak to use about these beings, rarely did the older ones. They called them SW not wanting to say the word as it might draw them close. I mostly focused on the pediatric locals and some had wounds from the SW which looked like fresh radiation burns to the skin, absent or decreased subcutaneous tissue and some into the muscle. I've never seen fresh radiation burns but seen photos of them and I had cared for patients that had old radiation burns. It looked like if you squeezed your hand into a roll of cookie dough and left the imprint of your fingers.
It was like a claw wrapped around the child's arm and dissolved the underlying tissues while scalding the outer skin. A number of the children needed inpatient treatment and we'd get to transfer them to the hospital. Others with family still wanting to care for them at home we supported that decision with continued visits by traveling nurses when acceptable. We were tolerated on the reservation but not appreciated or welcomed. In the evenings we had strict orders to not go outside. I never saw a SW while I was there. I did not have any bad effect from being on the reservation, no hitchhiker or other problems. I felt a peacefulness being on the reservation and enjoyed the views of the land.
I'm 71 and still working as a pediatric hospice RN. Other than many spirit encounters one other somewhat similarity in decades of working hospice is a 10 bed pediatric hospice inpatient unit that we had opened for 5 years which closed due to funding. Many of the children which were not heavily medicated would see beings they'd describe looked like greys but with thin heads. Our children were very sick and did not interact with each other. They were mostly bed bound, many in private rooms not able to communicate with one another but described the beings the same year after year. Most of the children lived less than 2 weeks by the time they came to us.
Here is an interview I made on hospice experience, at about 40 minutes is about the grey like beings the children saw, I never saw them myself. Hope you enjoy. Hope it's ok to post this here. Someone suggested I post my encounter in this group.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uifah3IxApY
(This is the link to the original post from a year ago in Skinwalker Ranch Sub of the Skinwalker Wounds.)
David Parker. Phoenix, Arizona