My mother and I took a walk in the woods yesterday...we also brought some things that might have "attachment". We walked for about 10 minutes, and found a good spot near the lake. Before we entered, I saw a native american with my mind's eye. He was watching us, and I asked him for permission to bury the items. He said okay, and let us pass. When we got rid of the items, I said a prayer, sprinkled holy water, and salt to make sure nothing comes back home with us. I feel uneasy today, but glad to get rid of those items.