Speaker 1: Back in nineteen seventy four, when my cousin Bobby and
Speaker 1: I were seventeen, we were bow hunting whitetailed deer on
Speaker 1: our dear least east of Atlanta, Georgia. We had originally
Speaker 1: decided to sleep in Bobby's car that night, but there
Speaker 1: was an old, abandoned house on the property, so we
Speaker 1: went inside and put our sleeping bags on the floor
Speaker 1: and we went right to sleep. At three am, I
Speaker 1: was awakened when one of the brightest lights I've ever
Speaker 1: seen fill the room. It was coming through the windows
Speaker 1: from outside. My first thought was that the sheriff's deputy
Speaker 1: was shining his spotlight on us. Well. I looked over
Speaker 1: at Bobby's sleeping bag to see if he was awake too,
Speaker 1: but he wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere inside the room
Speaker 1: we'd fallen asleep in. Had he gone outside. I thought
Speaker 1: I was scared to death. We were about to be
Speaker 1: carted off to jail. So I got up and I
Speaker 1: went to the window, and out in the yard was
Speaker 1: a small round craft like nothing I'd ever seen before.
Speaker 1: I stood there staring out at it in complete shock,
Speaker 1: and as I watched a door open and three little
Speaker 1: gray creatures came out and started walking toward the house.
Speaker 1: A fourth one came out and stood on the ramp.
Speaker 1: The light from the little craft turned nighttime into daylight,
Speaker 1: so I could clearly see everything that was happening. All
Speaker 1: four of the creatures looked a lot like the aliens
Speaker 1: that other people describe. They were small, they had gray
Speaker 1: skin and large eyes and oversized, edge shaped heads. And
Speaker 1: then one of the ones on the ground spoke to me.
Speaker 1: I don't know if it spoke telepathically or if it
Speaker 1: used actual words, but I do remember what it said,
Speaker 1: we are looking for male men. What are you talking about?
Speaker 1: I answered again, I don't know if they were reading
Speaker 1: my thoughts. Every five was verbally speaking back to them.
Speaker 1: We're looking for males, another one repeated. The next thing
Speaker 1: I knew, I was lying in the middle of the
Speaker 1: floor in my underwear, and somewhere nearby Bobby was screaming,
Speaker 1: where am I? Where am I? The bright light was gone.
Speaker 1: We were in total darkness now. I was struggling to
Speaker 1: adjust my eyes to it. As I scrambled to find
Speaker 1: the candles that we'd brought with us into the house.
Speaker 1: I found a candle next to my sleeping bag. But
Speaker 1: Bobby had the matches last before we went to bed,
Speaker 1: and I couldn't find them anywhere near the candle, so
Speaker 1: I knew he must still have them. Bobby, I yelled,
Speaker 1: light a match. He kept repeating, where am I. I
Speaker 1: don't have any matches to light the candle. I yelled,
Speaker 1: light a match so I can find you. He went
Speaker 1: quiet for a minute, and then I heard the distinct
Speaker 1: sound of a match being struck. It went out before
Speaker 1: I could locate him, so he had to light another one,
Speaker 1: and he lit several before I finally found him. He
Speaker 1: was practically hanging feet first up the chimney. I managed
Speaker 1: to help him get out. We'd both fallen asleep in
Speaker 1: our jeans and he was still wearing his, but somehow
Speaker 1: I ended up in my underwear. I found my clothes
Speaker 1: piled in a corner, and I got into them as
Speaker 1: quickly as I could. We both ran out of that
Speaker 1: house like bullets fired from a gun. Seconds later, we
Speaker 1: were in his car and headed toward Interstate twenty to Atlanta.
Speaker 1: We didn't care that we'd left all our hunting and
Speaker 1: camping equipment in the house. We just needed to get
Speaker 1: away from there. We pulled into a rest area and
Speaker 1: tried to sleep, but I couldn't let myself close my eyes.
Speaker 1: I was still shaking in fear, and just before daylight
Speaker 1: we drove to a waffle house and we had breakfast.
Speaker 1: Bobby told me that a demon had dragged him out
Speaker 1: of his sleeping bag and was trying to drag him
Speaker 1: up the chimney. I described to him what I saw,
Speaker 1: and he said it could have been demons. This was
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy four. There were zero ET movies out at
Speaker 1: that time. No one that I knew ever talked about
Speaker 1: aliens or being abducted. Heck, we had no idea what
Speaker 1: had just happened to us. We just knew we weren't
Speaker 1: going back in that house in the dark. It was
Speaker 1: well after daylight when we went back to the house
Speaker 1: to retrieve our stuff. Bobby kept watching the door while
Speaker 1: I ran inside and threw everything into one sleeping bag
Speaker 1: and I ran back out. I tossed it all into
Speaker 1: the car and we hauled but out of there. The
Speaker 1: next afternoon, we went to the opposite side of the
Speaker 1: property and we hunted, but we were out of the
Speaker 1: woods and on our way back home before dark. I
Speaker 1: was at Bobby's house last week for a few days.
Speaker 1: He had never talked about this with his girls. Two
Speaker 1: of them were there. They were completely shocked when and
Speaker 1: we started telling the story. I don't really talk about
Speaker 1: it to anyone. A few people that I've told said
Speaker 1: we must have been stoned. Well, I've never had anything
Speaker 1: to do with drugs in my life. These days, I
Speaker 1: don't really care what people think of me. I'm old
Speaker 1: now and my family believes me, and they're the ones
Speaker 1: who really matter in the end. My story begins in
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy eight or thereabouts, when I was a young
Speaker 1: man of nineteen years old. My friend Kenny and I
Speaker 1: had been riding on some property that we frequently hunted
Speaker 1: on the Mayaca in southwest Florida. We had Kenny's dog,
Speaker 1: Duke with us, and as we rode, a herd of
Speaker 1: hogs ran across the road in front of us. We
Speaker 1: stopped and Kenny released Duke. Wellin thirty seconds, we could
Speaker 1: hear a hog squeal, meaning that Duke had caught a hog,
Speaker 1: and we headed out in the palmettos to dispatch the
Speaker 1: hog and reap our reward. We found Duke with a
Speaker 1: sixty pound sow and I killed her with my knife.
Speaker 1: Duke caught her underneath a solitary oak tree in the
Speaker 1: middle of the pal meadows, a hundred yards off the road,
Speaker 1: and as I prepared the field dresser, I noticed that
Speaker 1: she had tumors around her stomach, and we decided to
Speaker 1: leave her well. That evening, Kenny and I took our
Speaker 1: girlfriends out for dinner and later went to the hunting
Speaker 1: camp for a few drinks. I told Kenny that we
Speaker 1: should stop and get that hoghead that we had left
Speaker 1: in the pal meadows and scared the girls on the
Speaker 1: way to the cabin. I told the girls that I
Speaker 1: left my knife with the hog and we were going
Speaker 1: to stop and pick it up. Back then, there was
Speaker 1: no such thing as a good flashlight, and the one
Speaker 1: I had was about dead. It was a moonlit night,
Speaker 1: so we didn't have any trouble navigating. When we got
Speaker 1: to the hog, I began to cut its head off.
Speaker 1: It wasn't a simple task in the dark with a
Speaker 1: dull knife. I worked and then I heard a noise
Speaker 1: in the pal meadows. I thought it was probably an armadillo,
Speaker 1: because believe it or not, they can sound like a
Speaker 1: bull coming through the woods. As the sound approached, I
Speaker 1: heard a grunt, Well, it was more like a growl,
Speaker 1: or more like a fifteen hundred pound kitten burry. I
Speaker 1: told Kenny to shine the light over there, and that's
Speaker 1: when we both realized that we were looking at something
Speaker 1: ten feet tall and it weighed a thousand pounds at least.
Speaker 1: Kenny was standing behind me and I was on my
Speaker 1: knees kneeling over this hog, and we were petrified. Neither
Speaker 1: one of us flinched, and within just a few seconds,
Speaker 1: the creature turned around and disappeared into the night. We
Speaker 1: ran back to the truck and took the girls home,
Speaker 1: and we headed to Kenny's house to get my truck.
Speaker 1: The next day, we met for breakfast and we discussed
Speaker 1: what had happened, and we decided we might be better
Speaker 1: off just keeping this to ourselves. After breakfast, we rode
Speaker 1: back out to the property. We found that the hog
Speaker 1: was gone with my knife, and that was the last
Speaker 1: time Kenny and I talked about what we had seen.
Speaker 1: Be careful what you wish for, because you might just
Speaker 1: get it. If the two men in this story didn't
Speaker 1: believe it before, they soon would. One afternoon thirteen years ago,
Speaker 1: I was informed that a couple of guys were driving
Speaker 1: up to meet me later that evening. They wanted me
Speaker 1: to take them out to a local hotspot with the
Speaker 1: intent of video recording their experiences. When they arrived, I
Speaker 1: was surprised at what I saw. Their camera was huge,
Speaker 1: like one of those TV news cameras. However, this one
Speaker 1: was equipped with night vision and an infrared flashlight. They
Speaker 1: told me they ran a popular paranormal investigation website and
Speaker 1: hope to come home with some really great stories and
Speaker 1: video footage for their subscribers. After showing me all of
Speaker 1: their gear and explaining what it was for, we climbed
Speaker 1: into my vehicle and began recording. On the way to
Speaker 1: the highest elevation point of the evening, I learned that
Speaker 1: the cameraman was terribly afraid of heights. I can't even
Speaker 1: stand on a chair to change a light bulb without
Speaker 1: getting sick, he said. His friend laughed, yeah, he hasked
Speaker 1: to ask his wife to do it for him. After
Speaker 1: the laughter subsided, I asked, so are you going to
Speaker 1: edit that part out? They both laughed, all joking aside,
Speaker 1: it's getting dark fast, so let's pull over here and
Speaker 1: get the equipment ready, I suggested. Surprised at what I
Speaker 1: was hearing, I asked the camera guy what was wrong.
Speaker 1: The infrared isn't working, and I don't understand. The batteries
Speaker 1: brand new and work just fine when I tested it
Speaker 1: before we left. This meant they couldn't use the camera
Speaker 1: after dark. A bit of a misnomer. Night vision still
Speaker 1: requires some light to work. Light bit, moonlight, a flashlight,
Speaker 1: car headlight, street lights, or in this case, their infrared flashlight.
Speaker 1: It gets amplified over thirty thousand times using a phosphorus tube.
Speaker 1: The phosphorus is what makes night vision appear green. Stranger
Speaker 1: things have happened, I said, I wouldn't worry about it.
Speaker 1: It'll probably start working once you get back to your hotel.
Speaker 1: While he was putting the camera away, I pulled out
Speaker 1: our night vision goggles to see what was happening above us.
Speaker 1: This was just in time for them to witness three objects.
Speaker 1: Two of them appeared to be satellites traveling north together
Speaker 1: with some distance between them, and as they neared the
Speaker 1: point of being directly above us, a third object heading
Speaker 1: east race by them at a very fast and intersected
Speaker 1: their path directly overhead. That was pretty cool. They both
Speaker 1: said it's a good sign. I said, okay, let's get going.
Speaker 1: We still have a long drive ahead of us. We
Speaker 1: parked and they checked the infrared light again, now still
Speaker 1: not working, they said. I took them a minute to
Speaker 1: point things out and briefly explain what I had planned.
Speaker 1: As they had more of an agenda, I asked if
Speaker 1: there was anything in particular they were interested in doing.
Speaker 1: Where are the buildings? Is there a way I can
Speaker 1: see them from here? The camera guy asked. I pointed
Speaker 1: toward the east and said we can look around for
Speaker 1: a good viewing spot after I get the flashlights out.
Speaker 1: While standing at the tailgate and pulling out the gear
Speaker 1: that we would need, I heard them commenting about something.
Speaker 1: They were no longer standing behind me. They found an
Speaker 1: opening in the fence leading out into a pasture. I
Speaker 1: stopped what I was doing out to meet them. What's wrong,
Speaker 1: I asked? Do you feel that? Asked the cameraman, what
Speaker 1: do you mean? Well, it's weird and it feels like
Speaker 1: something's about to happen. Something is close to us. I
Speaker 1: can feel it. All three of us looked around, but
Speaker 1: we couldn't see anything. Oh, my god, he said, my
Speaker 1: heart's racing and I can't breathe. Let's get back to
Speaker 1: the truck, I said, while pulling his arm. Once at
Speaker 1: the tailgate, he was struggling for air and said, his
Speaker 1: chest hurt. My skin is on fire, he exclaimed, while
Speaker 1: fumbling to pull his shirt up. I grabbed a flashlight
Speaker 1: and shined it on his stomach. Oh shit, his friend
Speaker 1: yelled out. There were fresh claw marks going from his
Speaker 1: stomach to the right side of his body. He was
Speaker 1: still having a difficult time breathing and couldn't see very well,
Speaker 1: so I grabbed my camera and took a photo to
Speaker 1: show him. Look, I said, while holding up the camera,
Speaker 1: what the hell. I gave him some water to pour
Speaker 1: on the wound. Shortly thereafter, he started breathing normal again.
Speaker 1: Let me see your shirt, I said. When he pulled
Speaker 1: it down. There were no cuts or tears in the fabric.
Speaker 1: Did you guys see or hear anything out there? No,
Speaker 1: they said something or someone attacked you. Good Without lifting
Speaker 1: up your shirt, I said, do you want to call
Speaker 1: it a night and go back? No, he said, I'm
Speaker 1: breathing better now, so let's stay a bit longer. His
Speaker 1: friend asked, are you sure. I'm okay with going home now,
Speaker 1: Let's stay a little while longer. I'm fine with that,
Speaker 1: if you guys are sure, I said, Taking a few
Speaker 1: minutes to regain his composure, I asked him if they
Speaker 1: were interested in a short hike up the hill so
Speaker 1: they could get her better look at the buildings. They
Speaker 1: wanted to do the hike, but the friend was wearing
Speaker 1: flip flop sandals, so we had to go slow and easy.
Speaker 1: The cactus are everywhere out there, and walking in the
Speaker 1: desert hills at night is not easy, especially in flip flops.
Speaker 1: No more than a minute into our hike, the cameraman,
Speaker 1: who was right behind me, said he couldn't go on.
Speaker 1: I'm going back to the vehicle, he said. What's wrong,
Speaker 1: I asked, while still marching up the trail. I can't breathe.
Speaker 1: What in the world, I thought to myself. This was
Speaker 1: so odd, as I had literally just inhaled a deep
Speaker 1: breath of cool night air, and I thought to myself
Speaker 1: how wonderful it was. When I turned around to talk
Speaker 1: to him, I saw that his friend had also turned
Speaker 1: back and was already at the bottom of the hill.
Speaker 1: What's wrong with you? I shouted, I can't breathe either,
Speaker 1: he said. I followed them back to the truck man.
Speaker 1: What is going on? Both men said they felt a
Speaker 1: heavy pressure on their chest, which effectively created a feeling
Speaker 1: of being suffocated. As it turns out, around ten years earlier,
Speaker 1: a few other people experienced the same feeling just a
Speaker 1: few miles away while hiking in a canyon. For them,
Speaker 1: it only happened in a small area of the canyon
Speaker 1: and could be repeated if they tried to continue up
Speaker 1: the trail. In another instance, a couple of hikers were
Speaker 1: able to sense the presence of two large beings. These
Speaker 1: beings were invisible to the human eye, but somehow they
Speaker 1: could intuitively sense where they were and even their physical dimensions.
Speaker 1: As they approached the invisible beings, they backed up to
Speaker 1: keep a safe distance. They must have suspected the men
Speaker 1: could see them, because they reportedly moved in a zigzag
Speaker 1: pattern while backing away. With each change of direction, the
Speaker 1: two men were able to follow them. Finally, once the
Speaker 1: perceived creatures were backed up against the cliff wall, the
Speaker 1: two men began to feel pressure on their chest and
Speaker 1: experience the same feelings suffocation if they backed away from
Speaker 1: the beings. They said the pressure was released and they
Speaker 1: could breathe freely. They said they tested this by moving
Speaker 1: closer and closer and then backing away repeatedly. The men
Speaker 1: later gave a friend of theirs a map and directions
Speaker 1: to the location of the cliff wall. When she arrived
Speaker 1: at the spot, she said she also felt the presence
Speaker 1: on her chest, but she didn't sense a presence when
Speaker 1: entering the area like they did. She only felt the
Speaker 1: reaction of being too close to them. One of the
Speaker 1: men was a friend of mine, so I asked him if,
Speaker 1: to his knowledge, this suffocating experience was ever reported outside
Speaker 1: the canyon. He said it wasn't. He wasn't aware of
Speaker 1: any other locations, and then I told him it just
Speaker 1: happened to the two guys who were with me. Getting
Speaker 1: back to my two guests, now they had had enough
Speaker 1: they wanted to call it a night. I asked them
Speaker 1: to come to the shop the next morning and I'd
Speaker 1: have a copy of a video for them. Earlier that night,
Speaker 1: they asked for some footage they could use on their website,
Speaker 1: and unfortunately the video I gave them was the only
Speaker 1: footage they took home with them. The next morning, I
Speaker 1: saw him pull up and went outside to greet them.
Speaker 1: How do you guys feel, I ask? We can breathe
Speaker 1: bretter down here, they said, laughing. How's that scratch on
Speaker 1: your chest? You won't believe it, he said, while lifting
Speaker 1: up his shirt. It's completely healed. WHOA, that was fast,
Speaker 1: I said, tell him what else happened? His friend said,
Speaker 1: I interrupted, Let's first go inside and sit down, and
Speaker 1: then you can tell me. The camera guy went on
Speaker 1: to say, after we got back to the hotel, I
Speaker 1: developed a sudden urge to climb up on the balcony
Speaker 1: railing and jump. Well, obviously you didn't jump, because you're
Speaker 1: here now, I joked. That urged which was stronger than
Speaker 1: anything I've ever experienced, but I was able to resist,
Speaker 1: he continued, and then his friend added, I had a
Speaker 1: similar experience while we were out with you last night.
Speaker 1: What do you mean, I asked. It was a very
Speaker 1: compelling urge, like something or someone was calling to me
Speaker 1: from the house. It was in my head asking me
Speaker 1: to come inside. Dang, why didn't you say something last night?
Speaker 1: I said. We already had the wind knocked out of
Speaker 1: us and we got clawed, so we just wanted to
Speaker 1: go home. Yeah, I understand, I said. Then the camera
Speaker 1: guy got up and walked over to me. Look at this,
Speaker 1: he said, showing me his watch. I discovered around three
Speaker 1: hours of missing time this morning. His friend chimed in, Yeah,
Speaker 1: it's weird because the watch is actually adjusted behind by
Speaker 1: three hours. It's like he went someplace that's three hours
Speaker 1: behind and maybe while there reset the watch to the
Speaker 1: current time. Well, I thought about that for a moment, right,
Speaker 1: People with missing time don't normally report the time being
Speaker 1: adjusted like that. They have the feeling of knowing that
Speaker 1: something happened, like they went to the store around noon
Speaker 1: and got home and it's dark outside. The clock stays
Speaker 1: the same. And that's not all, added the cameraman. You
Speaker 1: were right. As soon as we entered the hotel room
Speaker 1: and unpacked the camera gear, the battery for the infrared
Speaker 1: light worked just fine. We all laughed and we shook hands.
Speaker 1: Thanks for coming up, guys, it was great meeting you,
Speaker 1: and I hope you can salvage something to share with
Speaker 1: your subscribers. I learned later that when they got home,
Speaker 1: they found their website was affline. They told me it
Speaker 1: crashed the night they were out with me. This is
Speaker 1: the end of their experience, but it's not the end
Speaker 1: of the story. Allow me to ask you a question.
Speaker 1: Do you believe the these men were victims in any way?
Speaker 1: And if you do, remember that they said they operated
Speaker 1: a paranormal investigation service and even said they hoped for
Speaker 1: some interesting stuff to happen to them so they could
Speaker 1: share it with their followers. And actually that's the entire
Speaker 1: reason they took time away from their work and families
Speaker 1: to drive up and go out with me that night.
Speaker 1: They wanted my help in making that happen. So they
Speaker 1: were actually successful. They returned home with a lot to
Speaker 1: tell people about. Their camera stopped working for no reason,
Speaker 1: their website crashed. One guy was clawed and suffocated by
Speaker 1: some unseen force, and he was coaxed to jump from
Speaker 1: a balcony railing, and then he had missing time. Who
Speaker 1: knows what happened there. His friend also suffered from suffocation
Speaker 1: and was being spoken to in his mind to trespass
Speaker 1: and go inside a deserted building in the middle of
Speaker 1: the night. Now, allow me to ask you another question.
Speaker 1: Could there have been another reason for being coaxed up
Speaker 1: onto the railing other than junk that is. Remember, he
Speaker 1: was terribly afraid of heights and couldn't even get up
Speaker 1: on a chair without getting sick. What if it was
Speaker 1: really an effort to get him up on the railing
Speaker 1: but not to jump. What if he had been healed
Speaker 1: of his fear and getting him up on the railing
Speaker 1: was actually so that he could see that he was
Speaker 1: no longer afraid of heights. Could that be possible? The
Speaker 1: reason I bring this up is that people have been
Speaker 1: healed while there. It's happened so often I honestly keep
Speaker 1: the idea in the back of my mind when crazy
Speaker 1: things happen and for no apparent logical reason. I've seen implants, Yes,
Speaker 1: implants ejected or removed from two different people. The first
Speaker 1: was a twenty something year old father, and the other
Speaker 1: was a teenage boy while sitting beside his parents. A
Speaker 1: middle aged man was in a great deal of pain
Speaker 1: following an injury to his right shoulder while lifting heavy furniture.
Speaker 1: The pain grew and grew for a couple of weeks,
Speaker 1: and finally reached the point where it was keeping him
Speaker 1: up at night and he could no longer lift his arm.
Speaker 1: We went inside and pulled back the collar of his shirt,
Speaker 1: revealing a small puncture wound in his shoulder. He said
Speaker 1: that while preparing to take a shower that morning, something
Speaker 1: caught his attention out of the corner of his eye
Speaker 1: in the mirror. It was a line of dry blood
Speaker 1: which had run down to his waist from this puncture.
Speaker 1: If he pressed his finger against the hole, he said
Speaker 1: he could feel the track of the incision or probe
Speaker 1: upward into his shoulder. Swinging his arm in full clockwise
Speaker 1: and counterclockwise movement while laughing, he was obviously no longer
Speaker 1: unable to lift his arm. He also said there was
Speaker 1: no pain. He had absolutely no memory of what happened
Speaker 1: or who may have helped him with his need for relief.
Speaker 1: The next day, the puncture had completely healed. Incidentally, his
Speaker 1: girlfriend was sleeping beside him that night and she had
Speaker 1: no memory of what may have happened. Another incident, a
Speaker 1: college student had such a great experience on his first
Speaker 1: trip out where the weather vein began to spend very
Speaker 1: fast while he stood underneath it for a photo. It
Speaker 1: spun for sixty seconds. There hadn't been power to that
Speaker 1: water pump for years, and there was absolutely no wind
Speaker 1: that night, so being a student of meteorology that was
Speaker 1: quite special, so special in fact, he returned with a
Speaker 1: good friend who was pregnant. She suffered from severe anxiety
Speaker 1: and was fearful for her child's safety. I shared a
Speaker 1: story of the resident feetle Sasquatch visiting a pregnant mayor
Speaker 1: in the corral every night. The mayor gave birth to
Speaker 1: a healthy coat while the other horse ranchers in the
Speaker 1: area were having complications with births. Then I told her
Speaker 1: the sasquatch left footprints in the corral one day, and
Speaker 1: beside hers were smaller, tiny prints. She had a child too.
Speaker 1: It was right after I finished this story this woman
Speaker 1: called out to the Sasquatch to help protect her and
Speaker 1: her child. Immediately we all heard a powerful vocalization from
Speaker 1: the corral area, followed by an intense wave of love.
Speaker 1: We all felt it wash over and through us. That night,
Speaker 1: this woman was healed of her fear and anxiety. Another
Speaker 1: young man told me that he was having problems in
Speaker 1: his marriage where his wife didn't understand his interest in
Speaker 1: such things. He told her he wanted to come visit
Speaker 1: this hot scot spot, and surprisingly she said okay. Nothing
Speaker 1: happened during his outing and that depressed him. But he
Speaker 1: emailed me after he got home and he told me
Speaker 1: a Ufo had visited their home and actually hovered low
Speaker 1: above the house. She was home and went outside and
Speaker 1: saw it, and now she believed and they have a
Speaker 1: wonderful relationship. One woman told me that prior to his death,
Speaker 1: she was not on speaking terms with her father, so
Speaker 1: the evening for her was about making contact with her
Speaker 1: father and healing unresolved differences in guilt she had been
Speaker 1: carrying since childhood. His spirit visited her and she recognized
Speaker 1: his smell and presence. When he was beside her, she
Speaker 1: felt his love and found forgiveness and healing that night.
Speaker 1: My landlord even went with me one evening and had
Speaker 1: quite the experience. This is how she described it. As
Speaker 1: I began to step from the edge of the forest
Speaker 1: quite plainly, I heard a voice right alongside of me
Speaker 1: that told me I no longer had to see anything
Speaker 1: and to just believe that they were there. I stopped
Speaker 1: dead in my track and I couldn't move. In the
Speaker 1: blink of an eye, my vision completely left me. In
Speaker 1: total darkness absorbed me, and somehow I felt my feet
Speaker 1: leave the ground. What immediately followed was a floating sensation.
Speaker 1: I screamed for Tod, who instantly grabbed my arm, which
Speaker 1: seemed to pull me back to earth. Tod, I can't see.
Speaker 1: What do you mean you can't see, I said, my
Speaker 1: vision is gone. Hang on to me, and he did so.
Speaker 1: We stood there for what seemed like an eternity to me,
Speaker 1: waiting for my vision to return, and it eventually did.
Speaker 1: Tod suggested that we head to the corral. Now I'm
Speaker 1: not supposed to go any further, she said. Todd didn't
Speaker 1: understand until I told him what I learned, that they
Speaker 1: were there, and that I didn't need to see them,
Speaker 1: that I was just s'posed to believe, and he understood perfectly.
Speaker 1: We turned around and headed back up the hill, through
Speaker 1: the woods at the top and back on the other side.
Speaker 1: As we reached the last descent, I heard footsteps snapping
Speaker 1: and slashing behind me. I stopped and listened. The footsteps
Speaker 1: got closer, and finally they stopped next to me. I
Speaker 1: told Todd that some one was following us. I know,
Speaker 1: he replied. We headed for home. My dreams that night
Speaker 1: could not be explained. I didn't even try. I just
Speaker 1: went with the floe and accepted everything that happened. During
Speaker 1: the course of the following morning, I grabbed my large
Speaker 1: outdoor watering can and filled it to the brim, at
Speaker 1: least ten pounds of water in it, and I began
Speaker 1: to water the multitude of plants throughout my home. Something
Speaker 1: seemed different, and I stopped, and I tried to figure
Speaker 1: out what it was, but I kept watering plants, lifting
Speaker 1: the heavy can up to water a waste high plant.
Speaker 1: I suddenly realized that the watering can was in my
Speaker 1: right hand. There was no pain whatsoever as I carried
Speaker 1: and lifted it for the next half hour. I couldn't
Speaker 1: believe it. For some reason, my right forearm had bothered
Speaker 1: me for quite some time. It was to the point
Speaker 1: that I couldn't pick up a glass of water without
Speaker 1: such pain and almost dropping it. Many people had worked
Speaker 1: on it, but it continued to be a mystery for
Speaker 1: almost ten to eleven months. That was twelve years ago,
Speaker 1: and I still have no pain. Someone fixed me, and
Speaker 1: I felt strongly as a gesture of simply believing whatever
Speaker 1: happened to me out there that night. I'm still in awe.
Speaker 1: These are just a few of the healings which were
Speaker 1: made possible being at the right place, place, at the
Speaker 1: right time. So could the camera guy have been healed? Possibly?
Speaker 1: But I lost touch with him over the years and
Speaker 1: never found out. Often wonder about his friend and the
Speaker 1: reason for his being called to visit the house that night,
Speaker 1: what could have been in store for him. But in
Speaker 1: both instances, these men were able to resist that beckoning,
Speaker 1: as though they had been given a choice, and they
Speaker 1: chose to say no out of fear. What would you
Speaker 1: have done?