The Reptilian

Most people would think it was only a dream.

So, it was March of 2015.

I was sound asleep and having a horrible experience while I slept.

I wasn't dreaming and I knew it. This was more than a dream. It was terrifying!

I was able to come out of the experience at 3:54 a.m. I made a note of the time and sat straight up in bed. Just as some are able to astral project or have out of body experiences.

I was tempted to wake my husband up and discuss what had just happened to me, but decided I would be unable to communicate what had just happened. It was so bizarre!

Most people would think it was only a dream. How can I communicate that this was no dream! It was a conundrum that became clear to me as I sat there in bed. I needed to understand what had just happened to me.

However, the processes or experiences happen to us, they happen in such a way that you appear to be dreaming.

 But you're clearly not!

We are manipulated somehow in our sleep.

The experience was so bizarre even after all I have been through, that I wondered how I would share this. How can I communicate this properly? It was so completely frightening!

Upon full waking, or shall I say realization.

My memories were sometimes previously blocked from me somehow.  Previously when I had my experiences upon my waking, I would remember nothing. But this time I remembered everything.

 I hadn't been deprogrammed to forget what took place while I was under. I didn’t want to forget what had happened or have it erased. My problem was how can I communicate that this wasn't a dream? How can I share that I woke up before the deprogramming took place?

How do they do that to experiencers?

While I was under, I heard the woman say, "she is waking up, (she actually sounded panicked), quick attend to her she is waking up"! I saw women in the room all around me, about few of them in white gown type suits, trying to give me some strange anesthesia. It wasn't being administered to me as usual, through a mask, but something was being injected into me through a needle. I saw logos on the woman's uniforms, I was sure it said "IBM".

What happened to me was as follows:

 I was approached by an older tall thin man wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a straw hat. I found myself in a strange cave like area that he had brought me to. We walked in together; I was curious but hesitant. I didn't want to go into that cave. 

It was very, very cold. I felt myself shaking so but the man seemed to fine in his thin white T shirt. 

I realized I was in an underground catacomb as we continued walking, that was very dimly lit. There were large lights on the cave walls but because it was so large in the cave, they didn't produce enough light. I remembered I had been taken there several times before. It was actually quite familiar. The smell the dampness and the darkness of it was so unique. Not something you could easily forget. It was a place I had clearly remembered being to at least three times before.

Living in Florida I'm not accustomed to this deep, wet cold that I felt but somehow, I knew I would be OK. I was very uneasy, and it caused such stress for me.

The man led me to a place where I would converse with a being that is in captivity there. The man explained that I would be alright, but I panicked a bit hearing that because it made me feel so uneasy.

 I somehow understood I was going to see an extraterrestrial being.

The ET lived here in the catacombs. 

I was asked to say very little to the entity and wait for the entity to address me first. I was told by the man in the straw hat that he was large and very frightening, yet I was in no real danger. He assured me he would stay close to me while I was in the catacomb cage.

As we walked down towards the cage, I found myself feeling very curious, cautious and was severely shaking. RUN kept coming into my mind! But to where?

Everything in me wanted to run in the other direction.

My insides were shaking terribly! I was so afraid of the unknown I hadn’t interacted with an extraterrestrial in the catacombs before. It was all so overwhelming!

To this moment I don't know why I didn't turn and run.

I was compelled to go towards this entity.

Something in me kept right on walking fearlessly forward!

That made no sense to me at all. Like I was on autopilot.

Was I under some kind of control? Was it mind control I wondered? Why was I a part of all of this any way?  Where am I? Why me?  I'm no one special, I thought to myself!

We kept walking a long way deeper into the catacomb and I was told the cage was coming up ahead on the right. I was shaking so hard all over I had to clench my teeth together as I was biting my tongue. My body was in full panic. I tried to prepare myself for what my eyes would now see. I just wanted to run!

However, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw!

As I walked forward now the stone dirt floor was uneven, hard to walk on and even more dimly lit. There were fewer lights on the walls. Did the being not like the light?

It added to my unstable feeling.

Then we finally arrived.

The cage was extremely large. I wanted to look away and run in the other direction. I was still shaking all over, and I could see "him" in the back of the cage standing very tall. Then he slowly began to approach the front of his cage area. I was led inside the gate area by the handler with the straw hat. My insides were trembling and made me feel like the shaking was a constant vibration. I felt as if I was going to throw up!

It was cold in the cage and very damp. He walked towards me on two very strong looking legs. I looked down, I didn't want to look up. I was too afraid.

His legs were very muscular. Frighteningly large!

He is a reptilian.

Odd shades of green and grey I could see in the dim lighting with what appeared as scales. It was at least 8 feet tall, if not taller and extremely frightening to look at.

Overpowering in every sense of the word. He is very much a living lizard like creature. His eyes are large I could feel his gaze fixed on me for the moment. He is clearly in charge here!  His face isn't long like a lizard's, it's much shorter. I took a quick gaze at him. There are only three digits on his hands and feet that I could see. His size was more frightening than his face to me. Not a normal nose tip, it was closed, I saw no nostrils, and the area that would have a mouth I did not see one. This creature isn't like anything I had ever heard of, or seen, or even imagined before.

I trembled with fear.

Initially beyond frightened, I was frozen for the moment. I was trying to focus away from him.

I could feel my fear rising in me. Since his cage was so large, I felt as if I could at least move away from him if anything went wrong. I was glad it was the size it was.

I wanted to back away but didn't. The handler left the bars wide open on the cage after I entered.

I was very grateful for that.

In the entity’s presence I could hear his thoughts.

I wondered if he was a demonic force of some kind.

I was hoping that thinking that would not anger him.

 I was afraid to even think anything, but I knew that it knew that I was afraid.

It didn't smell good in the cage and didn’t want to know what was causing the nasty odor. It was just him; I was sure. 

Neither of us moved very much at the onset.

I remained lowly in posture and quiet and trembling as he initiated the conversation.

The truth is I was so frightened I couldn't think straight!

I do remember speaking to him through telepathy.

 We didn't look at each other as we spoke. But we telepathically were having a full conversation. 

This was really odd to me, as he didn't even need to make eye contact with me to hear his thoughts!

I was really horrified by his sight, and I knew that he knew that.

 I looked over to my right as he stood close to me. I could see him out of my peripheral view and that was enough for me.  I understood it was for my comfort.

I say "he" as his voice was a very low male sounding voice that shook me like a woofer speaker. OR was that my fear?

A few times he came very close to me, but I didn't try to look this entity in the face. I was thinking, "He's the size of a grizzly bear" and I certainly wouldn't look a grizzly in the face. He had a strong, overpowering presence. He was so other worldly.

 Perhaps my cowering position was more peaceful I thought? Less intimidating to him?

I didn't dare move quickly.

I didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself at all!

I thought, I wonder what I look like to him.

If I'm ugly to him or frightening?

I doubted it but I could feel that he understood my frightened feelings.

I have heard so much about aggressive reptilian creatures, I was hoping there would be no confrontation here! He knew I was afraid of him. It took everything in me not to turn and run! I mean everything! He knew that too!

The man with the hat stood outside the cage area very still. He was always in view. He had a high ranking I somehow understood, I don't know if the Reptilian told me that or not, but he was like a handler of this being. Assigned to him. I didn't understand why the man in the hat was dressed down. The straw hat threw me.

Maybe it was supposed to?

I'm still not sure why the man was so casual about all this, like he'd done this many times before.

I had a conversation with this entity for about a half hour it seemed and was then guided back out of the cage. I remember the reptilian saying I was given information for the future when I needed it, it would be then I would recall it. I don't remember anything else much more that was said to me. I knew it was now time to leave and I was so relieved. I walked out of the cage slowly. 

The man in the straw hat closed the cage door behind me with a bang.

We went back out the same way we came in. I remember very little of that walk.

I was now in a large room with many windows at least three stories up, it reminded me of a normal well-lit hospital room, but it wasn't a hospital room. There were military type people all around in uniforms, male and female and I heard a woman say, she can't wake up this time. We will begin the process now.

But I was already awake! Where am I? Who are these people, how did I get here?

I somehow had escaped their efforts to keep me under!

No sooner had she said it, I completely woke up!

I found myself sitting in my own bed. In my bedroom!

I woke up my husband after giving it all some thought.

I immediately told him what had happened.

He was extremely quite as I shared all this.

I tried to relay how we are manipulated to forget the process we are put under while we have experiences out of our bodies. I was still so upset.

How they make it come off as a dream, so much so as to confuse us. Who is "they" I wondered? I don't know!

The military? The ET’s? A combination of the two? Or is it some manipulation of the military to gain understanding to what happens to some of us that are involved in extraterrestrial interaction?

This I do know however....

I think we are all controlled at times somehow. Experiencers that is, we experience more than what we remember. We’re not allowed to remember some things. Why? We’re given information within us, not meant for all eyes and ears.

But for our understanding for a future need.

I hope sharing this will help someone else remember their unique experience.

Truth is truly so much stranger than fiction.

And not everything that happens to us is known to even us!

Spirits Want Your Attention

It was another beautiful day, as are most in the Sunshine State.  I was working feverishly on my computer at my desk in the living room. I had been working at home for about 5 years at this time.

I had been busy all morning and was thinking I might take a break. I kept pushing myself to finish what I was working on today so I could just get it over with. I was so focused I just had to press on. You know how it is when you just have so  much on your plate you feel as if you have to catch up before more work comes your way.

 

All of a sudden I heard a huge crash in the kitchen! It was so loud! I thought immediately what could that be? Geeze did the ceiling cave in? I didn't have anything in there that could fall and make all that noise! It sounded as if every pot and pan I owned in the kitchen was dropped on the tile floor.

I quickly threw my chair back from the desk, got up and went into the kitchen. My mind was racing the whole time, I was headed to the kitchen, "what was that"? What could make such a racket? 

I thought to myself, surely the tile floor will be all cracked from that loud bang!

I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and 

 looked on the floor to see what had fallen, and to my utter surprise the floor was completely clean, nothing was on it all, nothing had fallen! There was nothing at all on that floor, how is that possible? Nothing seemed out of place, It was as I had left it after breakfast. Clean! I stood there for a moment and thought about what could have made all that ruckus? Where did that loud pot and pan crash sound come from? My pots and pans were all in large drawers. Stacked nicely into each other. So I opened them one by one to see if something had shifted in them, only to find they were all stacked neatly away. So I opened all the cupboards to see if a shelf had broken, but everything was in it's place.  There was no explanation for the loud crash I had just heard. I continued looking  around the kitchen for answers, I looked in the oven to see if a shelf had broken in there, I didn't think it could have really, but I was desperate to see where this noise came from. I had to debunk this loud bang, but everything was in perfect order.

I stood there in the doorway to the kitchen and thought to myself,

"this is not something from the natural world". I'm not alone here today. This is truly paranormal.

Someone or something wanted to get my attention!  

I'm certain now that this is clearly a spiritual issue going on here.

I said out loud, what is this? What do you want? Who are you? But no response came. I did feel something odd but not frightening. So I rebuked it in JESUS name and threw it out of the house and walked back to the living room and sat down at my computer to complete my work.

 

It never ceases to amaze me how strange the paranormal world we live in is. Some people can live their entire life and never hear or see a thing. Never experience anything odd at all. Others of us can't even get through a business day without being hassled. I never figured out what happened that day.  There was no debunking the noise. It clearly happened yet there was no reason for it. I never did find out why whoever made that horrible loud crash wanted my attention? It was just another strange event that happened to me. Another event I left in the LORDS hands.

Something wanted me to know I was not alone that day.

Are we ever really alone ever? I don't think so.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.



The Unwanted Presence

It was the spring of 1993. I was at home and sitting  in my bedroom on my bed reading. The day was spent and night was falling. The sun was setting and the room had that wonderful warm evening glow coming in from the windows.  My favorite time of day. There was a dim light from my bedside table providing just enough extra light for reading. I was deep into one of the last pages before I was going to quit for the night. When all of a sudden  I saw something move to my left near the bedroom door.

I looked up to see something that was almost unbelievable to me. Standing there in my bedroom doorway was my Mothers Mom,
  my Grandmother! 
That was such a shock to see I can tell you. She had been dead for a few years at that point. How could she just appear here in my doorway? And why? She was just standing there. Not smiling really, just looking at me reading on the bed. It was an odd glare.

 

I wanted to smile and welcome her, that was my first notion, but then I thought to myself, NO way!

It came to my thoughts that while she was alive she had caused so many uncomfortable scenarios for my Mother and myself. She was always a harsh woman towards my Mom. I never heard my Mom share loving memories of my Grandmother. It seemed as if whenever my Mom needed her she was never there for her. She had been less than loving towards me as well for most of my life.

I figured my Grandmother must have had a rough time of things herself, but I could never understand her being course with me about it. I did not contribute to her life issues, why treat me so cold?  She had treated my Mother horribly while my Mom was young. My Mother often shared with me sad stories about feeling lonely and un loved by her Mother. She had many bad experiences at home with siblings and her Mother would chastise her and not the others. Her memories were always so sad. It broke my heart to hear those stories. Yet my Grandmother was so kind to her other daughters and their siblings. It was a painful undertow at every meeting with her throughout my life.

 

So as I saw her standing there the first words out of my mouth were NO! Oh NO!

You don't come to me like this I thought! Why are you here I screamed out at her? Are you here to ask for my apologies, for the misery you spread around? To say how sorry you are for the way you treated my Mother in this life? NO, I screamed!
I looked at her standing there as I was literally yelling at this ghost in my doorway!

I continued yelling, "Your choices here are done, they are OVER"!

I don't want to discuss any repentance with you now!

Shame on you for hurting everyone. Shame on you for causing so much sadness!
I sat straight up and threw my arm out and pointed at her and said loudly

GO, GO NOW, go away from me. DON'T return here!
 

I watched my Grandmother standing there dressed like she always had the whole time in human form while I was yelling all this anger towards her from my heart. She was wearing a dress I had seen her in while she was alive. She didn't have her glasses on, but she was a bit overweight still and old looking. Her skin hung on her face as it did before she passed at 96 years old. She wasn't at all what I would have thought someone from the other side would look like. She looked lonely, sad, and distressed.
She was looking down at the floor now, she would not make eye contact with me once I yelled to go away.

She was very certain I was so angry with her!
 

All the hurt, all the loneliness she caused, all the agony she spread, the unapproved glances she gave and the distance she kept from those who loved and needed her, was not O.K. with me.

The worst of it was that she would always throw her cheek up and over to the left for us to kiss as we would come to visit her as if to say, come kiss me and then go sit down and shut up! She didn't smile, she wasn't warm and I never liked her judgmental stares. Who would? She never drew me out or asked me questions. There was no love, no concern shown towards any of us children. She never included me in any of her conversations. It was clearly as if I didn't even exist and she always made my Mom feel so uncomfortable.

How dare her come here now, interrupt me reading my good book and ask what of me?
I just wanted her out of my house!
 

The truth is I had no idea why she came and I wasn't about to let her tell me. I knew deep down in my heart this time was NOT the right time to make any amends with me. It was not a proper time. But when is? I just wanted to unleash all that at her to let her know what I felt for a change. I never had the opportunity to tell her while she was alive. I was always so kind and loving towards her. I respected her because my Mother told me too. But these were my terms now. I wasn't ready to hear what she had to say.

 

Her apparition began backing out of the room slowly as she continued to look straight down at the floor. She did not look at me again, and after a few moments, she simply faded away right before my very eyes! That was a bit freaky. But I was glad she was finally gone.

 

I got right on the phone and called my Mother! I told her Grandma was just here, (imagine her shock hearing that)! She gasped as I told her. I told her everything that had just happened. I told her how I shouted at her and shamed her. I could hear my Mom crying through the phone. I said, Mom are you crying? Why are you crying? I didn't let her say anything more to hurt you or I! I let her know what a witch she had been in this life time. I threw her out of here! Just like she always shut you and I out. 
 My Mother then spoke very softly through her tears and said, "Teri, why didn't you just at least let her tell you what she was there for"?
 

I got real quite, I started searching my soul for that answer. I didn't have one.  I was so preoccupied with my own pain and anger towards my grandmother.  I didn't  consider why this woman had come to me in the first place. Where had she come from? How did she get here? I never even considered asking here that.

Call me crazy, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at that moment. After all, how am I suppose to know how to act when the unexpected happens? Where's the rule book? I could clearly see what my Mom was trying to relay to me. Kindness should have come first. It was my first thought, briefly. But I was not able to be in a kind place at that moment. I had hoped my Mom would have been proud of me and understood. She did say so, as to comfort me, It's O.K. Teri, you did what you had to do, perhaps she will come again later in life? Now she knows how she hurt you first hand. Maybe she will have some growing to do herself, wherever she is?
 

It's been many years since my Grandmother dropped in to see me. I think I'd finally be ready to address her. The jury could still be out on that, but I think I am ready.

Isn't it odd this life? What with the spiritual always knocking at your door and then just the normal daily routines of life mixing in, we never know what is just around the corner.

We truly are spiritual beings on a human journey!
Walking each other home.



Shadow In The Storm

So, one night in 1987 I was sitting home reading a good book, which I usually read at night to help make myself feel sleepy. I began to hear the rain start pounding down on my roof. I thought to myself, sheeesh, where did that come from all of a sudden. I don't remember hearing anything about a serious storm coming tonight. The pounding grew louder and louder and it really got me concerned. Nothing was mentioned on the news about a severe storm, but this wind sounded suspicious.

I had put the kids to bed earlier and was hoping to hit the hay early myself. I decided to check the doors before I went to bed to make sure they were locked and bolted. So I  got up and went to the kitchen, I checked the back door, it was dead bolt locked, so then I walked to the front door and l checked that lock, it was also locked. I had just turned out the last light in the den as I headed back into the bedroom. The rain was still just pounding the roof and the wind was blowing so loud I wondered if the lawn equipment was going to be O.K. An uneasy feeling came over me. I got back up and checked the windows to make sure they were closed tight. The lightening was cracking and it seemed really close. I went back into the den to recheck yet again.

I had an odd feeling about the severity of this storm!

 

It was then as I was standing in the den after shutting off the last light for the night that I heard the wind literally pushing at my back door. It was rushing at it so hard I thought perhaps it was going to blow it wide open. But I said to myself, well, that's impossible, it has a dead bolt on it! I stood there listening to the wind and rain with serious concerns. I checked on the kids one last time and thought I'll just go stand in the kitchen for a moment as this wind is really acting up, it seems worse than I have ever heard it before. I was alone standing in the dark kitchen barefoot and in my night gown. I just felt as if I had to be in the kitchen for some strange and unknown reason. I was to unsettled to go to sleep. I was now literally starring at the back door standing in the dark kitchen. It was moving back and forth from the wind like I had never seen before and I must say I got a bit frightened. That had never happened before and I had been through 12 years of hurricanes and tropical storms in that house and nothing like this had ever happened. It was as if the door were going to come off the hinges. Back and forth it was moving before my very eyes as I stood there!  I felt like I was about to encounter something very strange. I could not shake the feeling.

I didn't know if it would be spiritual or what, but I was mustering up all my strength standing there in my nightgown!

 

I had always heard that if a tornado comes you can hear it first. I have heard it sounds like a freight train barreling down on you. But I could only hear the wind and the rain. And I started feeling more and more odd.

 

What happened next was so bizarre and scary I'm surprised I was not hurt.

All of a sudden as I stood there two feet from looking at the back door, it blew wide open!

The rain and wind were coming in so hard It threw me to the floor! I slipped as I became soaked by the water on the tile floor, but what was worse than all that was that in my alley as I looked out past the rain, I could see a tall man standing there looking right at me. The street light from the alley made it clear to see him with the wind and rain and lightening crashing all around. I could not see his face, but I could clearly see a man. He was wearing a cowboy hat. His silhouette was frightening standing there. He didn't move, he didn't come closer, he just stood there as if it was him blowing at the back door. I was laying on the floor when I saw him in the street light in the alley and the hair stood right up on my body. I knew I had to close the door and lock it again immediately!  I felt like I was fighting a demonic spirit! I was afraid the man would try to get in. The tile floor was so wet and slippery I could not get my footing to stand up and the wind and rain were coming in so hard I had to fight really hard to get up, I just kept slipping back down on my knees.  I wedged my right foot at the corner near the bathroom and the back door and pulled myself up the wall. I got the door and tried to close it but it would NOT close to my amazement, I tried several times pushing against the force of the wind but I could not get the dead bolt to close! I couldn't believe it, it just would not catch. The wind kept pushing it open again! How is that possible, I thought, so I pushed it closed once more and again the same thing happened. I started crying, this was just to much! I was so frustrated, how could a dead bolt not bolt the door? It simply slid out like it was broken! The man was still standing there. I was desperate to close the door! I was getting very nervous that he was going to come into the house. It was at that moment,  just as I thought that thought, when he actually started walking up the back driveway slowly and I was in a panic to close the door! My heart was pounding out of my chest! I pushed the door closed one more time and I started praying in the spirit and asking GOD to please help me! I kept slipping on the tile floor every time I tried to use force to close the door!  How I finally got the door closed I will never know. I know it was a miracle because the wind never let up for a moment! The wind was pushing against the door as I was trying to close it with each try. I got close to closing it three times but it would not stay closed. It was as if the man in the alley staring at me was fighting me to keep the door open. After the third try I got the door closed and I bolted it again!

 "FINALLY"

It worked! I had no faith in that bolt however so I also chained the door closed as well with the little chain lock on the door and the doorknob lock as well!  I was so grateful for that chain. The man was in my back driveway now and I was so scared. I was soaked and cold and so afraid. So I kept the lights off as I didn't want him to be able to see in. I pulled the curtains closed tight at the back window. It was all I could do.

Then I rebuked the enemy that fought me, I didn't know if it was the wind or the will of the man in the alley, but I prayed hard against whatever it was. I was so grateful for the victory!  

I dried myself off and sat in my bedroom shaking. I sat quietly in the dark listening to every sound. It seemed as the rain had slowed considerably now. I looked back outside after a few minutes and didn't see the man standing there any longer. Needless to say I wasn't tired anymore. I thought about calling the police but I didn't see the man out back any longer, what were they going do? What could they do?

 

To this day I don't think what blew that door open was the wind. I think that man opened the door somehow and I could feel the oddness of it all which is why I stood there staring at the door in the first place. I was right there when the door opened and stood my ground fighting to close the door again. I don't think the man was expecting that!

Today I'm grateful that nothing worse happened, but I will never forget that night. Not ever!

And I thank GOD for divine intervention and wisdom as HE protected me from that possible attack.

What doesn't kill you DOES make you stronger!