Abduction and Pain

So, we just got back home to Florida from Alien Con 2019 in LA. We had a wonderful power packed event there. The trip was a non stop 6 hour flight. The time change had Kevin and I delirious, as we'd been up till very late then up extra early to accomplish everything we had on our agenda.

The three hour time change was difficult for some reason this trip, more so than ever before.

Well, here we finally were, in our bedroom, throwing down suit cases and running for the bed!

The room was immaculate, just as we had left it. We'd been showing the house all month as it was listed for sale with our real estate person. We were getting used to living with very little mess anywhere.

The bed was made in picture perfect readiness with clean sheets and plumped up pillows. 

We were so tired. We both slid in under the covers!

We didn't say a word to one another, except for the usual, "Love you, sleep well" comments we make every night to each other. We both fell fast asleep.

 

The next morning as I awoke, my hand hurt so bad it was like I had had a needle stuck into it all night. Literally, you know like when you go to the hospital and they stick you with a drip, then three days later your hand is hurting so bad you contemplate ripping the needle out of your hand yourself! That's what the pain was like. I was in a serious amount of very real pain. My hand was so sore. My arm was tender. It felt exactly as I stated.

I opened my eyes and Kevin was still in the same position he had fallen asleep in. I was extremely groggy, but that was to be expected I thought. We were both so tired the night before.

I started to tell him how sore my hand was. He tried to roll over to acknowledge me. He was very stiff. He then said to me, "something isn't right here"!

It was then we noticed the bed was no longer where it should have been. The top mattress was way off the bottom base by at least 8 inches towards my side of the bed. My side of the bed was hanging off the base!

It was way off the base. We were both stunned. In Seven and a half years that we have been together nothing like this had ever happened before. How could this be, we both wondered.

I kept rubbing my hand and I said to Kevin "I think we were not alone last night". He immediately agreed, as he looked at the bed out of place and said again, "How could this have happened"?

We are not wild sleepers. I usually hardly move all night. Kevin may move some but nothing like this is in order! 

Our bed is very heavy as it has a 6 inch comfort topper that is made of memory foam and a thick cooling gel, they don't just slide anywhere!

We were both speechless for a time. We walked around the bed just looking at the peculiar position it was in, shaking our heads, as I rubbed my very sore hand and arm. It was still hurting so bad. We both examined my arm for any needle marks. There were none, but something had happened to my arm!

The hand and arm were so very sore. No marks at all but very sore.

Kevin was exceedingly stiff, he wondered why his legs were hurting him.

Had he been in freeze frame while something was happening to me? This had happened many times before with me on both Spiritual and Extraterrestrial visitations.

We both looked at each other and said,

"were we abducted again last night"?

The only proof we had was the bed so oddly out of place and our aches and pains from the previous night.

This is so strange and we cannot know what actually happened last night. We do know, that we have never had the bed slide across the base ever in Seven and a half years. And Never have I woken feeling like my hand had a needle in it all night. It was not like I slept on the hand, it was not numb. It was painful! Telepathy is how extraterrestrials work and I felt as if there were something highly strange about the evening once I woke up. We do know the extraterrestrial races have many tactics that can cause these side effects and we truly both believe that is what happened.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

 

The Homecoming

So, we're finally home from our long trip to California. The flight there was 6 hours and we had a delay because of weather. The meetings I attended were elongated as we stayed up way past our bedtimes to visit and get to know friends better. Never forgetting we were 3 hours ahead for the time changes from Florida!

Sure makes you tired just thinking about it.

Once there in California, our hotel room was robbed. We reported the robbery to the front desk, and then the next night the stolen article was mysteriously returned in a very obvious spot in the bathroom.

The flight home was interesting as well, as we had a two hour layover, and then an extended flight from where we were layed over.

Then once we got home to our Airport, we found the tram to our parking garage was broken (even though it was brand new) and there was no alternate way prepared, or a plan B, for the "NEW TRAM', to take us back to the car in case it didn't work. So we waited for over one hour for a Plan B, to be put into place. When it rains it pours...Did I mention we were dead tired? I was almost falling asleep standing up!

 

Before we left for California I kept hearing voices and noises from around the house. I didn't think much of it, as it's almost become common place for me. I tend to ignore these slight intrusions anymore.  I just rebuke them and move on.

My son had been here holding down the fort at our home and watching our two wonderful, loving fur babies, "Wolfgang Tucker", and "Lovey".

The first night home while playing with the dogs,

I was sitting out on the lanai around 11:00pm at night, enjoying the cool night air and talking with my son and husband about how things went while we were gone. My son replied, there was nothing to speak of. No voices or noises or anything else funky while we were away.

As we sat in the chairs looking towards the house enjoying the peacefulness of the evening, the back pool bathroom light all of a sudden lite up! The lights came on! Then the lights in the Studio came on! We all said, what is going on? Is someone in the house. My husband jumped up and went inside for a look. He went straight for the pool bath. There was no one there at all. He rushed into the studio, and there was no one there either! The light was on, but no one was in the house!

He  came back out to the lanai and said, well, there is no one home but the local ghosts.

We all laughed and agreed.

We all settled back into our lounge chairs on the lanai and kept chatting.

After maybe 20 minutes the bathroom light went out, all by itself. The studio light remained on. I rebuked the whole situation in the name of JESUS, and we all decided with that we would all head off to bed. We were all tired.

Some homecoming!

Nothing odd happened or was in the house the whole time we were gone. Whatever attacks, always attacks me. Once back home and in the saddle (so to speak) and here come the attacks. Doing cleansings, anointing's and prayers for others seems to put us in an "opening" for these silly little attacks. 

It's all simply laughable anymore. How strange that the strange and bizarre can almost be normal!

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

We are never really alone on this planet.

The Mirror

So, it was 1970, I was living in a flat in Buffalo, New York. I had been there in Buffalo singing for the winter season with a group I was with that had traveled from Florida to New York and I decided to stay awhile after the group headed back home. I found other singing gigs and enjoyed my singing as a contemporary and rock artist singer and I loved all the people I had met while the bands. It was a wonderful time in my life. So, I decided to find a place to live there in Buffalo.

 

My flat was across the street from Mercy Hospital in Buffalo and on top of an old Dry Cleaners business. It was a huge, lovely old place with lots of charm. The back yard for me was the extended roof top. So cool. It was so much fun up there and the flat included a very strange old attic as well. Kind of creepy, but very cool.

I had been troubled a bit from odd dreams while I was there. Every night it was the same dream. I kept seeing this old man floating over me in dreams while I slept. It was very scary and  I had shared it with my boyfriend as it had happened a few times since we moved into the flat.

I had no idea why this recurring dream was happening to me. The man was old and frightening looking. Seemed like a lonely man. I didn't know who he was. He never spoke to me, only hovered over me. Very creepy! Then I would wake up and he was gone.

 

I had come home from being down town shopping one evening, it was bitter cold outside. I climbed the long steps upstairs to the flats entrance. I had so many bags to lay down to just open the door, the stairs entrance was freezing cold with the wind whipping me, I was in a hurry to get inside. The flat felt so odd when I entered it tonight, I threw my bags on the couch and tried to shake the weird feeling.  It was a scarcely furnished place, I didn't have a lot of home type comforts there. A table and chairs, a small couch and a rocking chair were the only furnishings in the living room, the dining room area of the house only had a small table and two chairs. It was a lonely looking kind of place but for now, it was home. It was just different some how tonight when I came in. I thought maybe I needed a bit more heat on to warm the place up, maybe that would help? It was just freezing outside, I wasn't used to the cold weather being from Florida. So I lit the furnace and turned up the heat. That didn't seem to help however. I still felt odd. I turned the oven on and propped opened the door to heat the kitchen and the bathroom area of the house so I could warm the place up and take my shower.

That didn't really do it either, but that was all I could do to make the flat "feel" better. Nothing I did seemed to take away the weird feeling from the place tonight. I checked all the apartment door locks, they were secure, what was I feeling? I was very aware of something, but it wasn't clear to me, what. It just felt creepy.  I was hoping warming the place up might make a difference.
 

So, thinking this would all pass, I jumped in the shower and hurried through washing my hair as I just couldn't shake this odd feeling I was having. As I threw the shower liner back, I stood their for a moment, wondering why I couldn't shake this strange feeling.

I got out of the shower grabbed my towel, dried off quickly and threw my big white rob on. It was then I noticed the bathroom mirror! To my absolute horror, their was a name written on the mirror from the mist of the warm room! Like someone had written it with their finger. It scarred me so, as I was sure I was the only one in the house all evening.
I called out my boyfriends name, he wasn't home yet. I was really freaked out!

The name on the mirror spelled out "Joe".

I knew people named Joe but why would that be on my mirror?
I hadn't put it there!

 

About an hour passed and my boyfriend came home from work. I said to him immediately when he came into the flat completely  accusing him, "hey thanks for scarring the crap out of me with the name on the mirror in the bathroom"!

He looked at me very puzzled, and a bit annoyed and replied, "what are you talking about"? I continued, the name you wrote on the mirror? Was that suppose to be funny? He said he didn't know what I was talking about! He sounded upset with me. I was assuming he had written that there to scare me. He assured me he had no reason to want to scare me or to write a man's name on the mirror in the bathroom! That did after all make sense. Why would he do that?
That made perfect sense to me, so how did it get there?

He had a point! That would be weird, I thought, so who did write it there? Now I was freaked out a bit more. He went into the bathroom and breathed on the mirror to see the name appear. He said he was confused, he had no idea how that would have gotten there. He asked me if anyone was there that day visiting? I told him I left early to go downtown all day shopping. I had come home only an hour or so before him, taken my shower and there it was!

 

That night as I sleeping, I heard noises in the house. I got up and walked through the flat. I saw nothing. It felt so cold and strange in the flat. I knew I heard those noises, they woke me up! What was going on here?

 

The next day, I saw the young girl from the cleaners  next door sitting outside. She was about seven years old. She was sitting on the front chair near the door downstairs that led to my flat. I went down to say hi to her. She was a beautiful, kind, little red head, blue eyed Irish girl. She told me she knocked on my door yesterday while I was out. She said she peeked through the keyhole into my flat from the stairway door and saw that old man again sitting in my rocking chair. She continued to tell me, "he had seen her looking in at him through the flat keyhole. She asked if I was home? He said only "NO", she asked him if he was my father? He replied again "NO". She told me she had seen this same man in my flat before? She asked me who he was?

I couldn't speak. I was shaking as she told me this! I couldn't believe my ears. I knew she was too young to tell a lie. There was no way she knew what had happened to me last night, she could not possibly know of my dreams!  "She didn't know about my dreams"! This was so beyond creepy to me. I was truly frightened by this. Did she know she was seeing a ghost?

I stayed out of the flat all day. I decided I would move immediately. The moment my boyfriend came home I had the young girl tell him what she told me.

We went and stayed at his mothers home that night.

I moved within a week of the happening.

I was never so glad to be leaving a place in my life.

After I moved away from that flat across the street from the hospital, I remembered something that happened to me in Florida when I was 16. Visiting a friend who lived across the street from a hospital! I now make it known, I stay away from apartments near hospitals! There is some portal, some kind of link there

I don't want to be involved with.  It was one of the worst experiences of my life then, and this one was very close second!
Truth is so much stranger than fiction.

 

 

 

The Blackness

 

So, it was the night of January 15th, 2016.  Funny, how I never know what is coming. I think that's because I'm a sensitive, not a psychic.

I had been sleeping on this particularly cold night here in Florida.

I was as snug as a bug in a rug, as they say.

Then it happened.

 

 

It was 11:53 p.m. exactly when I woke up. I remembered looking at my cable box clock on my dresser. A huge blanket of darkness had entered the room. It came over the entire room within just a few seconds. I could no longer see the cable box clock. It vanished in the darkness right before my eyes! It came from the south of the house and carried on towards the north of the house. I watched it move so quickly, ending after it engulfed the whole room I was in and then it moved to the yard and the lake out back. It was heading completely over the whole lake, it was terrifying!

 

The darkness was so black! More black than I had ever seen anything before. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. Everything seemed so strange and quite, even time seemed to stand still.  I couldn't hear anything, the loss of hearing was a bit frightening for a moment. I became very concerned for my life and cried out to the LORD. I asked him if HE were here? If this was HIM? I asked if HE were coming back, right NOW, at this very moment? The truth is I was very concerned at that moment that the end of the world might had finally arrived.

Or perhaps the end of MY world!

I got up out of bed and went into the living room.

I sat alone in the dark trying to understand what had just happened.

Why had I seen this blackness? What did it mean?

I prayed and asked for peace, I then got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I questioned my health at that moment trying to debunk what I experienced and wondered if something had happened to me as I slept. Maybe a heart attack? Or some other malfunction of my faculties?

I have never had any issues like that before. What could it be?

I was perfectly fine! Very healthy actually. I so wanted to understand what I had just been through. It made the hair on my whole body stand straight up.

The spiritual realm is more than what meets the eyes. It is sometimes known to me as I experience something and then again it can take a month or more for me to understand what it all means.

I do feel as if a darkness was lifted away from me.

 I have made it through yet another "test" of sorts. The retrogrades have opened my eyes and I have learned yet again that darkness can come to us but it isn't meant to stay. We can overcome it.

I am sharing this tonight in hopes that this experience may help someone else.

We may go through very frightening things in this life, but we don't have to accept negative. Look for the positives.

They are here for us to claim! 

I did, and so can you!

 

 

The Test

So, it was 1978, I was a busy Mom raising two amazing young boy's. I couldn't have loved these boy's more. They were so precious. So well behaved. Such a joy to watch over. I often said I was the most blessed woman alive to be the mother of these boy's. Not only were they wonderful but they were both so handsome. Just adorable. The oldest was 5 at this time and the youngest was 3. They were to put it very simply

"My life".

I'm sure all mothers feel this way about their children. I was just very verbal about my love for them.

 

One very cold night in December in St. Petersburg, FL I had put the furnace up pretty high to keep the rooms warm but the boy's room was always oddly cold. 

After tucking them in this particular night, I decided it was to cool in the room for them and gathered up their little blankets and pillows and moved them into our bedroom and made a soft

bed for them next to my side of the bed for the night.

It was much warmer in our room and I knew if I had left them in their room, they would have kicked off their covers through the night and been very cold.

We all fell asleep shortly after I made the "move" and we were all snug like bugs in a rug.

 

It was around 3:00 a.m. in the morning when I heard someone call my name "loudly", "Teri".

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes as I tried to see who it was.

Who could that be I thought to myself?

I didn't see anyone. I thought maybe I dreamt that?

Then I laid back down because I was so tired I didn't fully wake up.

My name was called a second time. "Teri"

Again, I sat straight up.

This time I was wide awake!

I was sure I wasn't dreaming this time.

I heard that! For the second time!

It wasn't my husband calling me as he was sound asleep still. There was a small dim night light on in the room and I looked over the side of my bed and there were my two son's sleeping like angels.

So, who called my name?

I sat there a moment longer and I heard a very clear, firm male voice say to me, very matter of fact "are you ready"?

 

I instantly somehow knew what this meant.

I also know knew who was speaking to me!

I was being asked if I was ready to leave this life!

To come away.

To leave everything I had come to love, My husband and children and our safe little home. My family and friends and the wonder of this earth. I seemed to sense this was "that time" I've heard of, when we die and leave this planet.

I was more than wide awake now,  I was so taken by surprise!

I hadn't thought it would come to me so soon, and I wasn't even sick!

 

I looked back down at my two amazing babies sleeping so peacefully. This was a true heartache, I didn't want to leave them. Their beautiful faces are etched in my mind just as they were at that moment that night. It was as if time stood still for a me. I remember every minute detail of their soft innocent little faces. I drank in their angelic little forms knowing this was my final goodbye for this life.

I had made my decision. I would go with GOD towards home on the other side of the veil as "HE" beckoned me to.

I glanced over at my husband and then I looked up and saw a white illumination in the room with me. It was so comforting.

The voice seemed to allow me to take in all my thoughts without prodding me to hurry.

Then I slowly brought my knees up to my chest as I sat in bed and held them tightly to me. I whispered to the light,

"is this going to hurt"?

Then without waiting for an answer, I closed my eyes tightly and said, "Yes, I'm ready, please make this fast"!

 

I sat there on the bed for a whole minute in this position. My eyes still closed tightly. I was just waiting for the end to come!

It was then I heard the voice speak again to me and say,

"Teri, lie down, go back to sleep".

And like a little trusting child responding to her daddy, I said out loud,

"O.K.", and I laid back down and immediately fell fast asleep.

 

I woke up the next morning and sat straight up in the bed.

I had full remembrance of what happened through the night!

The children were already up. I sat there going over what happened through the night. I was completely stumped!

What was that all about? What happened? Why had the LORD come to take me, but then didn't?

What did I do wrong?

 

My mind was full of questions. Then as if answering me, I was reminded of a verse in the Bible where  Abraham went to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the LORD prevented it. It was much the same thing, I understood, except I was the one leaving in this case.

 

I have spoken to the LORD many times of this incident and am resolved to simply trust HIM in what HE does in my life.

Some people would attribute this incident to a paranormal happening. But I give the glory to GOD.

HE never ceases to amaze me.

This is a strange world we are in which HE made, and many things happen that we may never understand until we get fully on the other side of the veil.

I choose to simply trust HIM!

Night of the Feathers

 

So, it was the winter of 2014, I was living on the Lake in New Port Richey, FL, and had been enjoying a monthly magazine edition I always read from front to back when it comes in.

I had sat down somewhere around 4:00 p.m. and started reading when I had gotten the magazine in the mail and now it was late in the evening and very cold outside.

  I could hear the wind blowing through the trees and howling at the windows.  I laid my magazine down and started getting ready for bed.

I was intrigued by an article in the magazine I had read that spoke of paranormal happenings,

 such as "how you know" when a loved one who has passed is near.

 

I read this article with a raised eyebrow as I thought, I wonder if any of this has ever actually "Really" ever been proven?

One way the article mentioned you know when someone is near, is that you'll see pennies often lying around. I thought to myself, "well gee" I see pennies all the time and I pick them up too, so what could that mean?

Another way to tell if your loved ones who have crossed over are near is that you'll smell their perfume or hear their favorite song. I again thought, well, I hear old songs all the time, does that mean people who have passed are always near me because of the songs I hear?

Another was that you'll see feathers. I laughed when I read that one as I said, Oh Please, feathers, really?

How silly is that? I hardly ever see feathers! Just once in a blue moon maybe. I never hear of anyone seeing feathers. I just laughed it off as a crazy magazine article, but this was just too much, feathers, "really"! 

 

It was getting late and I needed to get ready for bed. So I got up to brush my teeth and retire for the evening and I laid the magazine back down again. I laughed and said out loud in the bathroom as I started brushing my teeth, well, Mom, let's see if you can muster up a feather or two for me tonight.

I just laughed and headed in to bed. How ridiculous! My Mom had passed 7 years earlier, I wondered if she would show up and sprinkle a feather or two around for me!

Sometime after 3:00 in the morning my room mate came into the room and pulled my covers up for me as the heat had gone off and he was making sure I stayed warm throughout the night. It had really gotten cold this night and another cold front was on it's way.

 

 That night as I slept soundly I awoke for some reason, so I got up around 3:30 a.m. to use the rest room. The house was dark, cold and quite. I didn't want to wake anyone in the house so I kept the lights off.  I glanced at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, It was really dark but I thought I saw something white in my hair but I was so tired, I didn't want to turn the light on, so I was in and out of the bathroom in less than a minute. I wanted to go right back into my warm bed and go back to sleep.

 

The next morning  I awoke around 7:00 a.m. and as I opened my eyes I saw a sea of white! 

To my utter surprise I was covered in feathers. They were all over my bed, in my hair, all over the pillow and even on the floor everywhere!

I could not believe my eyes!

FEATHERS WERE EVERYWHERE!

Little white feathers.

I called out to my room mate and said come and see these feathers! I hadn't told him about the article I had read the night before. I hadn't mentioned my conversation with my Mother either.

What happened here?

This was extremely strange.

My room mate then said, last night as I pulled the comforter up over your shoulders I must have ripped the down open. I laughed and said, what are the odds that I had read that particular article about the feathers and then asked my Mom to muster a couple up for me? How strange was that coincidence? I am not really a believer in coincidences but this really had my attention.

I just laughed and shook my head. Had my Mom enrolled my room mate to help her cover me in feathers? What is one to believe?

I'll leave that up to you to decide. What are the odds on that very night out of a million that I would ask for a sign of feathers?

We live in a strange world with many odd happenings. This is just another one of mine.

 

 

 

The Late Night Visitor

 

 

So, It was 2001, My Mother and her husband had moved up north in 1996.

She called me one night and told me her husband had just passed away. She lived eleven hours North of me in the Hills of Franklin N.C.

I jumped in my car and got there in a record breaking 8 1/2 hours. I only stopped for gas. No eating or anything else. And O.K. I drove a little faster than the speed limit. It was late by the time I arrived.

When I got there she was so relived to have someone there with her after all she had been through the past few days. She had listed her husbands death in the local news paper. She said somehow it made everything so surreal.

 

 My Mother was simply exhausted and all she wanted to do was to sleep to put the pain and grief from the day behind her.

We talked for an hour or so and she couldn't stay awake any longer.

I decided I would also tuck myself in for the night, I was also extremely exhausted.

 

 

All of a sudden as I rose from the kitchen chair I had an awful premonition, just a dreadful feeling that something was very wrong.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was really bothering me.

My Mom never locked her doors living high on the mountain as she does but tonight I decided I would lock them all.

 I went to the front door and locked it, but somehow I didn't feel safer. So I went downstairs on the first floor of her two story home and locked that door as well, and check all the windows. I still had a weird feeling I just could not shake. I felt like trouble was all around us. But why?

It really had me very aware of it. I just couldn't put my finger on where it was coming from. I didn't mention it to my Mom as she had enough on her plate to deal with. She didn't need me scaring her with a weird feeling I was having. I decided locking the doors was the right thing to do. After all we were alone in the pitch dark of the heavily wooded mountain.

 

My Mother never locked her doors at home, ever! She had said once that she knows everyone on the mountain and there all good country people.

I felt weird locking everything up tight.

I stayed up and cleaned a bit in the kitchen and then headed off to bed myself around 1:00 a.m.  Mom had taken a sleeping pill she had gotten that day from her doctor, So I got back up and I checked in on her and then headed back to bed.

 

It was about 3:00 A.M. in the morning, and I dreamt I was hearing a constant doorbell. I thought gee that sounds so real for a dream. Why doesn't someone answer the darn thing? Then I heard it again, and then again. Now I was awake and I did hear the doorbell. I was really groggy, and the door bell was really ringing, over and over!

I went to the front door, turned on the outside light and was shocked as I and looked out and saw a man standing there. He was a young man probably in his late 20's in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He yelled in to me and said there was an emergency and he had to use our phone right away. I told him to wait a minute. He pleaded for me to open the door, I said just a minute, I had to gather my thoughts, There was no way I was believing that story for some reason, just a gut feeling again. So I went to wake my Mom to see if she knew this young man. It was hard to wake her from the effects of the sleeping pill. It took a minute or two. That's a long time when someone is at the front door banging on it.

She finally came to I explained what was going on, and she said, just let him in Teri, If it's an emergency then give him the phone.

I said, "no Mother", I'm not opening the door to this young guy, something isn't right. She yelled at me and said what are you talking about, it's an emergency, give him the phone! She was still very groggy, again I said "no". You need to get up and tell me if this is someone you actually know! I didn't understand why I was being so demanding, but it was coming from my gut. I was very leery of this man at the door. I have no idea why? By now it had been 5 minutes that my Mother and I were disputing giving this man the phone. Finally my Mom , tired and upset with me for acting so demanding got up, walked past me to the phone, picked it up from it's base and went towards the front door with it.

I jumped in front of her and took the phone out of her hand and said "wait"!  Please look out there, do you know that man?  She looked at him through the glass window and said , "no", he doesn't look familiar. I said I thought you knew everybody?

Then, giving me a very disapproving look, she went to open the door. I said "wait Mom", she hesitated and again said, "Teri", in an extremely frustrated with me voice. 

 I ran and got the shot gun from the kitchen near the back door, I remembered she always had it there, and then I stood behind her as she opened the front door. I made sure he could see the butt of the gun. I thought to myself, "what the heck am I doing"?  My heart is pounding out of my chest, I'm functioning on pure adrenalin here, My Mother is so trusting and friendly, I'm acting like a cruel idiot, but I can't seem to stop myself! I just trust my gut after all these years!

She handed him the phone and then said to him what emergency do you have? He said something about his girl friend up the mountain. I pushed my Mom aside almost knocking her over and closed the door and dead bolt locked it. My Mom yelled at me, she said "what are you doing"? Let the man make his call for heavens sake!

He picked up the phone as we both watched, but didn't dial anybody. He played with the buttons, but never got through to anybody. Then I heard him say to us "never mind" in a rude voice.

I thought, how clever, he has our only way to call for help.

So I shut the porch light off and yelled. Leave the phone at the bottom of the door when your done with it. He put the phone down and walked away from the door.

I then ran down stairs and made sure all the windows were locked again. I shut off all the lights. I could hear the man walking all around the house on the rock pavement from the driveway.

Ten minutes went by. I didn't hear him any more.

Then all of a sudden I heard him near the garage. I thought, what the heck is this guy doing?  I could just barely make out his white T-shirt in the darkness from all the surrounding trees.

I ran to the front door, looked around, quietly opened the door and grabbed the phone. I knew we were in trouble now. He never used the phone. I felt it was just a scam to get the phone away from us.

What was going on here? 

My heart was still beating so fast, I ran from window to window trying to see what this guy was doing.  

 I asked my Mom if she had ever used the shot gun?

She started laughing and said, "what shot gun"?

I said the one I got from the kitchen!

She said that's not a shot gun, silly, that's a Beebe gun!

 I was to terrified to laugh. I thought to myself, well. O.K. I know that, and she knows that, but hopefully, he doesn't know that!

 

I picked up the phone and persuaded My Mom to go with me into the bedroom walk in closet so we could call the police.  It was so quite I could hear the man walking around but I wondered if he could hear us as well. YES! It's that quite in the mountains!

I told her If I could hear the  mans footsteps so clearly, maybe he could hear us talking too?

I didn't want him to know the police were being called. I hoped they would catch him walking around the house.

It took the police 2 minutes to answer their phone!

 Two terrifying minutes!

The police officer on the line told us it would take them up to forty five minutes just to get to us.

I gave them the man's description as best I could and our address.

Then I went back and waited, listening and watching where this man might be. I could still hear him walking around outside. His every step gave him away.

It seemed like forever, but I could see the lights from the police car coming up the mountain from Highway 441.

Then I heard the man take off back up the road leading up the mountain.

I ran out to the police car as they pulled up and pointed which way he went.

They assured us they would patrol the area! They said not to worry but make sure everything was locked up!

 

The dreadful feeling I had had all night finally began to leave me.

I knew we were safe.

We both talked for a moment, and decided to just go back to bed.

My heart was still pounding. But I was exhausted as it was almost four a.m. in the morning.

 

I closed my eyes and began drifting slowly towards sleep. I could feel the adrenalin leaving me as I succumbed to sleep once again.

 

The next morning, as we both awoke, I should say late morning, somewhere around 11:30 a.m. my Mom put the news on.

They were reporting about the next couple mountains over from my Mom's. A woman and her two daughters had been beaten, raped and robbed.

 

I looked at my Mom and said that is exactly why I had such dreadful feelings all night last night. The report was exactly as ours. A man had come to the door claiming an emergency. Called  a pay phone and his friends showed to rob the house and work their plan.

 

I was so relieved we had recovered our phone and called the police.

I don't think the man at my door the night before felt as if he had control, so he never called for his friends that were waiting for his signal.  He gave up on us. Thank GOD!

 

Why do I share this story. TRUST your gut. At all cost. These people were targeting victims who had just lost a male loved one. They knew we might be alone. They knew we might have taken something to sleep better because of our grief, which gave them an advantage.

I share this to alert and educate you.

It was horrifying to live through, but the Spirit quickened me to be aware, and thank GOD I listened.

Perhaps it was my Mothers husband who alerted me to the impending doom awaiting us that night?

I'm just grateful I acted as I did.

 

 

The Huge Ball of Light

So, It was 1979. Of all the strange things that have happened to me I will always think this is one of the strangest! I was living in St. Petersburg, FL. It was about 3 a.m. in the morning. It was a warm night with a pleasant soft breeze. It was a night like so many here in Florida. I can't remember why I woke up this night but

I woke up from my sleep and felt called to go out in the front yard.
Somehow that didn't seem odd to me this night. I quietly made my way out the front door from my bedroom. I was the only one up in the house I remember. It was quiet and still. I went to the front door and then out on the front porch. I walked down the walk way to the edge of my curb, it felt like the right thing to do, as if I were prompted to be there for some reason. I didn't question anything.   It was almost like I was in a trance, yet I wasn't! I was wide awake and I was bare foot and I thought to myself then for the first time, why am I out in the front yard? Just standing here? I can feel the coolness of the pavement on my bare feet. What is my purpose for being here?

 

The next thing that happened was completely unexpected. I felt as if I should look down the street to my right  toward the end of the street (this would be looking towards the West). As I did, I saw a huge ball of flaming light, an actual orange glowing Orb, a very large ball of light at least 40 feet in diameter, and 40 feet high, coming down 23rd Street North just in my view. It was coming up to the end of my block on the corner, on 32nd Ave North. It was moving very slowly, just hovering over the street coming towards my corner very close to the stop sign. It wasn't touching the pavement at all. It was literally floating! Wow, I thought! That's just beautiful! As I watched it come more and more close to the end of my street it just stopped all of a sudden. I noticed now there were other neighbors coming out at the edge of their sidewalks near the street the same as myself. We all were standing at the edge of the walkway. I waived to my neighbor Betty as she made her way to the end of her walkway. I know she saw me as she glanced my way, but she didn't wave back. That was odd. I saw the older woman who lived across the street now on the south side of the street just standing there in her night gown and her hair all disheveled just staring at the big orb of warm radiating orange light. She was very close to the Orb.  I didn't even wave at her, she seemed transfixed on the light coming from it. None of us were afraid of the light at all.
We all came willing to see it, it seemed.

It resembled the sun in a way, it was glowing, but it wasn't hot. It made no sound at all. It moved very slowly, like a slow creep, and I know it had some form of intelligent life to it. Or in it. I felt it! I also felt as if it clearly saw me and the others standing there. I was the farthest from the Orb.  It was somehow communicating with us all. We were all there to see this light. It had called us all there. It had woken this entire section of our street in our neighborhood up! Only certain ones of us. We were all standing now at the edge of our driveways. I saw Catherine next door to my right on the north side of the street come out and stand at the curb. She is a very elderly lady who usually barely walked without a cane. She had no cane tonight as she stood watching the light.  She was looking straight at the orb. Betty and one of her three daughters who lived next to Catherine on the North side of the street were standing there next, her husband was standing just behind her (their other children were not there). Then the elderly lady at the end of my street as well came out, she was the closest to the ball as her home was on the corner.

Directly across the street was another older woman standing there at the edge of her driveway close to the ball of light as well, then I saw both Mr. & Mrs. Ray (I won't mention their first names here for privacy) directly across the street from me. They were the last to join us at the edge of their curb, they stood between the large Porto carpus bushes. They stood between their tall hedges. I waived at Mr. Ray. He waved back. His wife smiled at me. Then we all starred to the right, towards the West at the big bright orange lighted Orb.
I noticed we were all in our night clothes.
I did receive something from that evening coming from the orb.
It came and delivered something to us all for a certain purpose.  
Strangely though I just can't seem to remember what!

 

All of a sudden, this ball of orange glowing light lifted and took off very slowly. Right in the center of the edge of the street. It rose above the trees and then was gone. We all watched it for just a moment or so, then we all turned and went back in our homes. I watched the neighbors I could see walking back towards their front doors. It was as if we were being controlled like robots. No one spoke to each other; I was the only one more awake it seemed! I was trying to communicate with those standing out near the street. Looking back on that night I admit that was very strange! No one spoke at all throughout the entire experience. I was the only one who seemed more awake as I waved to a few that night and seemed to want to communicate, but I never did other than a wave or a smile.  It was very strange. Like I knew not too? Or perhaps I could not so I didn't?

I went straight to bed once back in the house, as if I had been told to do so. I didn't wake anybody in the house up. I don't remember locking the door when I came back in. That's odd!
 

I woke up the next morning and thought to myself, I remember something happening last night. What happened last night? I'm going to ask the neighbors about what happened to us last night.

However, I never had that conversation with any of them that day! As soon as I headed towards the door to see what happened, I simply forgot where I was going.

I simply put the matter out of my mind somehow.
How did that happen I wondered later?

I have no explanation for why I didn't follow through with the asking about what had happened to us.  I would remember it again and then, just ignore the thought in the same way. It was as if I just forgot about it! How can you forget about something like that? I would try to follow through, but never did! I just never could!

 

About 4 years later, I all of a sudden remembered the night again, what had happened to us all, and I got right up and ran to Betty's house. I did ask Betty this time. She said she thought she had had a dream about something like that, something that was very similar, but she didn't remember anything about it much. She wasn't sure if it was real, she said she could not remember, she then changed the subject, just like that! And it was ok with me somehow. As if we were under some orders not to speak of the incident.
Perhaps the extraterrestrial life that initiated the orb that evening didn't want us all discussing what had taken place?

 

I still to this day don't know why I didn't follow through more on this bizarre experience. Everyone that stood there with me has passed away save three people out of the nine. That's very strange.
They were all so much closer to the Orb than I was. I was the one farthest away on the North side of the street.

Perhaps this is why I'm still here? I have no idea really. Maybe chronologically it just happened that way. I was younger than most out there that night.

 

I have mentioned this evening to a regression therapist but at this point have not been regressed to remember.
 I find that odd as well, it's not like me to keep putting this off.

Our extraterrestrial neighbors are an enigma most of the time. I hope to continue my quest and understanding of them in my lifetime, they have been with me for so long.
Some individuals who experience contact never discuss the experience at all. They simply don't recall what happened to them.
This phenomenon is very interesting to me.
What do they do to us that makes it so hard to remember the incident?
This night happened, we all were there, but we simply never spoke of it!
I want the truth, and I want it exposed!
I feel certain the day will come when I know exactly what took place that night. I hope that day comes soon!
For all of us, to know what the agenda is! 

Abduction From The Hotel

 

It was November of 2014. I was on a trip to Laughlin Nevada and had spent an entire week focused on everybody's extraterrestrial information and presentations for a symposium I was working at.  The time went off without a hitch and was a wonderful uplifting and educational experience. Very informative!

 

My crew had a day left for some sightseeing before we headed back to Florida so we spent the day in Las Vegas checking out all the sights.

We had a wonderful time exploring the terrain of Nevada! We visited many famous Hotels and Resorts. It was non stop sightseeing! After all, we were in Vegas!

We were exhausted by 8:00 pm that evening and everyone headed off to bed. I fell asleep immediately and can not remember a thing that happened that evening. When I woke up I had a very sharp stabbing pain behind my right eye. This happened a few months earlier while I had an experience at home which led to the knowledge that I had another extraterrestrial experience which was very odd. It affected my eye sight in my right eye. It was confirmed by a doctor that I had had a serious trauma to my right eye. We thought perhaps an implant of some sort. The doctor said there was scar tissue from some incident. Fact was however, I have never had an incident to cause a scar as the doctor described.  I also discovered on this day that I had a bump in my upper right abdomen that was not there when I went to bed! It felt so odd. Not painful but It had my attention. I had no idea how this could have happened while I slept at the hotel.

My traveling companion also had a very odd experience which could not be explained. He went to bed with a tight fitting grey t-shirt on and woke up with it off and on the floor right next to the bed. If he had woken up he would have thrown it off on a chair. But It was placed right next to the bed on the floor somewhat neatly. He also had shared how he had a vivid dream as he fought an alien presence from taking me from my room that night while I was sleeping.  Something like two short blue humanoids, but not blue in the face.  He said he was unsuccessful in fighting them off. They did end up taking me. When he woke up he had a long scratch on his arm and hand. It was still red from

the experience when he showed it to me. There were three dots in a scratch and then a long scratch on the back of his right hand under the three dots. We took a picture to document it. It was clear he had a struggle with something that night.

 

I have had many, many incidences with unexplainable happenings to my physical body for years now that always seems to happen as I sleep. This is the first time it has happened to someone in the same hotel as myself and on the same night.

We both believed what we experienced was from the same event throughout the night in that room.

 

We are not alone! We have frequent interactions with the extraterrestrials. Stay alert and pay attention.

It's not just happening to me!