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Charlene Russ
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I am not exactly sure what to call this as the things I saw I have never seen before in my life and I guess they appeared to be some sort of demons.

This actually happened to me and is 100 percent factual. I had been in a very positive state when this happened. I had just gotten a new job, with excellent pay and was feeling great at the time. My mother and I had just finished playing a game of scrabble and I went to lay down and rest for awhile. I slept for maybe an hour and awoke and stood up in the dark of my room and was walking toward the light switch. Suddenly I heard an electrical sound which I have never really heard before or since... it was kind of like a sizzling sound from miles and miles away that raced toward me. Suddenly I had a vision in the dark space of my room. To my left I saw two horrible looking creatures lying in a puddle of slime. One was sort of a deformed baby with a hateful expression.

This deformed creature seemed to be under the control of a larger male demon or creature with less deformity and he released his hold momentarily on the smaller creature. As I walked past them, the small deformed thing looked at me and spit slime directly on me that hit my eye and flowed down the side of my neck! I tried to retain strength of mind though I was terrified and walked past them briskly and smiled. As I did so the small deformed creature actually laughed an extremely baritone laugh for its size and shook with glee, and it was as though it was the happiest thing to do that to me. I was horrified and upset but didn't speak of it immediately to anyone. This was a vision and there was no actually slime on me.

The very next morning my intuitive reader called me to ask if I was okay. I said yes I'm alright, why? She said I just saw some negative energy come toward you and I was concerned. Within three days I was the sickest I have ever been in my life. I had an eye infection in my left eye (where I'd been hit) and I developed a deep throat ulcer on the left side of my throat and I had a fever of nearly 105. Due to the severity of the illness I was unable to take the job, my eye looked terrible and the doctors said it was the worst case of pink eye they'd ever seen. My take on what happened is that two dimensions collided, I was able to see in to theirs and they were able to effect mine. Whatever creatures they were, they were not friendly and I would even classify them as evil to humans, certainly to me.

Skylark :

i dont know about UFO or Thunderbirds, but i do know i was sitting on my porch like i do just about every night around 1-2am. it was a day where we had severe storms all day and it was the 2nd that week.. well this time when the storm was riding in and the strong warm winds came through the yard, i heard the loudest biggest bird scream that you could imagine. it was like i was watching jurassic park. and i say scream but it sounded like one hell of a gaint bird and for maybe a split 5 seconds the wind took a dead stop and the "bird" called out above me and scared me half to death and this gust of still odd smelling breeze came from above and it was so strange cuz i swear not 10 seconds later it called out again but at a great distance downt he road. it was simply amazing but ive been trying to figure out what it was ever since and the only giant bird you hear about are Thunderbirds but no one has heard or described its sound so i cant figure it out. but with the thunder storm that was going on and the timing of this bird i would swear it was lady in the water at the end where the eagle came except this sounded more like a pterodactyl.

Les Evenchick :

My story involves what I suspect are some form of paranormal electromagnetic wave communication from a close friend about 1500 miles from where I lived.

I had a very close young lady friend in Texas who had an on and off drug using problem.

I had moved to Maryland but kept in touch with her.

It had ben awhile since we last spoke when the incident occurred.

I woke up from a dream that seemed exceptionally real. My dream was that my friends drug dealer had gotten out of jail and went to her father's house looking for her. In the dream her father told the dealer that his daughter was not home and he left.

Now I knew this was not possible because the dealer had been in jail and was not eligible for early release for good behavior or any other reaon for some time yet.

But because the dream seemed so real, I called her father the next morning.

I just said, this is Les, and before I could say another word, he said. You know, J... was here last night looking for C... but she wasn't at home, so J... left.

I asked how this was possible. He said that J... had been released on a special Christmas release program.

That was the end of our converation concerning the drug dealer.

Sometime later I talked with C....

SHe said J... had come over to her place after leaving her fathers.

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how the information could have been sent to me and all I could figure was that C... and I were literally on the same wavelength.

That her brain must have sent out radio waves (which we know can go long distances) which my brain picked up while I was sleeping. ( I had gone to bed early that night).

Also I lived on a hill in a sparsely populated area at the time.

The key to considering this a real paranormal experience is that it is extremely unlikely that I would have dreamed something that I knew to be impossible (or so I thought).

What do you think.

This is not the only experience of this type that I have had but it is the most clear cut.

Other experiences were less clearly defined.

Thank you for taking time to read this.

B. Moody :

I don't know anything about a "bandwagon" that I may be jumping on because this evening is the very first time I have heard of other people who have had encounters with black-eyed kids or adults. But, I have a story to tell.
Back in approx. '99, my son and I were shopping at a Walmart in Lakeside, California ( San Diego, County) when a woman with a cart turned into the aisle we were on. In the large basket of the cart was a handsome boy-child who appeared to be 8 to 10 years of age but, who was intently playing with a pre-school toy. I did consider that he may have been tall for his age, tho.
When he looked up my son was shocked and he said loudly, " Mom! Look at his eyes!" I turned and looked and his eyes were completely black, no whites, no irises….I thought they were like an animal's, maybe a deer's and, yes, my first thought was, " this child is not human." ( I can assure you that his eyes were not simply dilated ) His mother didn't seem to be bothered at all by my son's outburst, or perhaps she didn't hear it, and that was strange in itself. I still don't know what to make of it but, I've never forgotten it and I don't believe I ever will.

Scott Carl :

I live in berks county pennsylvania in robesonia and last night me and my friend were out side at about 4 in the mornin and we went in his shed to get something and when we came out we heard a noise behind his shed so we looked behind it a white hairy creature stood up standing about 7 to 8 feet tall and ran into the field over a mound of dirt and vanished. I know for a fact it was not a person I have never seen anything like it before. before this we have also seen big dog like animals about 6 to 7 feet long. one of them ran out of the field in front of us and down his yard across the train tracks. so far this summer we have seen 3 unexplainable things. I was wondering if anybody else around my general area has seen anything like this. email me dkballer025@aol.com

Ouija Calling ET: Do You Copy? (Part 1 of 7)
By Gary Val Tenuta

The following is a true story adapted from the author’s ebook on CD, The Secret of Nine (http://www.secretofnine.com). It is a story about a series of Ouija board sessions which began much like many Ouija stories, recounting tales of communication with the spirits of the dearly – and some not-so-dearly – departed souls. This story, however, took a most unexpected turn when a list of strange words began to appear and suddenly the three participants – of which this author was one – found themselves fully immersed in a series of communications with ETs. Not dead, dearly departed ETs, mind you. No. These ETs were quite alive and well – thank you - living on a planet called Grek-5 in a dimension they described as being “…in your future time.” Sound strange? Improbable? Impossible? Unbelievable? Or was it all something quite different than what it appeared to be? Here’s Part-1 of the story. Decide for yourself.

TWO SAILORS AND A WEIRD DREAM It all began back in 1967. I was 21 years old. The place was the Servicemen’s YMCA in Long Beach, California. I had just recently left my home in Seattle and arrived in Long Beach as a fresh-out-of-boot-camp-sailor, and had spent my first lonely night aboard my new home away from home: the aircraft carrier, USS Yorktown. Long Beach was the homeport of this great, gray hunk of floating naval history and I was stuck there whether I liked it or not.

One afternoon I was granted liberty, which meant that I was free to leave the ship and I didn’t have to be back until 6 o’clock the next morning. I had been told there was a Servicemen’s YMCA in town and it was a good place to meet new friends. I was skeptical but I decided to try it. That’s where I met Tom.

As I look back on it now, it seems like one of those movies where the characters are destined to come together. Somehow, every little thing they’ve ever done in their lives has – without their knowledge – culminated in what they think at the time is just a chance meeting.

Without going into the details of this chance meeting suffice to say the odd thing about it was the extraordinary number of things we had in common. It seemed a little weird. But just as weird was the dream Tom told me about. He’d had it just a month or so earlier.

"In the dream,” he said, “I was hiding behind some big rocks. I wasn’t alone. There were other people with me but I don’t really remember seeing any of them. I just knew there were others around me, somewhere. And we were shooting at dark skinned people who were riding past us on horseback. Suddenly someone yelled, ‘Look out! The (somethings) are coming!’” He paused for a moment. “I can’t remember what the word was. Anyway, I took off running across a field full of sharp jagged rocks that were sticking up out of the ground. They were about six or eight inches tall. And, while I was running, I tripped on one of the jagged rocks and when I fell, one of them pierced my shoulder. I remember looking down and seeing it sticking through my shoulder. Then it was like I fainted. I mean, I blacked out but it was weird, now that I think about it, because I was still dreaming. It’s like I was unconscious within my dream! When I came to, I was in some kind of a room that was sort of like a library. There was a young woman standing there putting something on a shelf. She turned and looked at me and for some reason I thought I was dead and I said, ‘Do a lot of dead people from earth come here?’ She smiled and said, ‘Sometimes’. Then she told me her name was Randessa and the last thing I remember, I was holding her in my arms and we were kissing! I’ve never told anyone about this dream before. I had it about a month or two ago and I can’t forget it because it wasn’t like any dream I’ve ever had before. It was so intense. It was like it really happened.”

That’s how Tom related his dream to me. We had no idea at the time how this strange dream would come up again in the near future and how it would play a major role in the experiences that were waiting for us down the road.

After that first meeting we got together whenever we could and within a couple of weeks you’d have thought we were brothers. And, in a sense, we were; brothers of the heart, brothers of the spirit; soul brothers, I guess some might say. We shared a deep interest in things philosophical and we were both very much drawn to the teachings of Jesus. However, we also shared a sense that most organized religion had it all wrong. Exactly what it was they had wrong we weren’t sure, but we were on a quest for the Truth (whatever that was) and we knew we weren’t going to find it in the church. The spiritual bond between us grew ever stronger as our conversations delved ever deeper into philosophy, religion, reincarnation, ESP, and the like. I remember one night at the “Y”, when one of these conversations lasted way into the wee hours.

We were sitting in the locker room and it must have been around three o’clock in the morning. We had been in there for at least an hour, sitting on a bench near the door. It was the only door into or out of the locker room. We were into a heavy conversation about the Bible and in all that time we never saw a single person come in or go out and there was never a sound to indicate the presence of any other person. Mostly the conversation centered around the life and teachings of Jesus and for some reason we had just mentioned that phrase which says something about being visited by angels, unawares. In other words, sometimes a person might be visited by an angel disguised in the form of a human and not realize that it was an angel at all. At that moment, a young man in a Navy uniform comes walking past the end of the row of lockers, as if out of nowhere. He walks toward the door, stops, turns toward us and says, “You were talking about Jesus”. Tom snickered. “Yeah, so?” To which the guy replies, “That’s a good subject.” Tom says, “Yeah. Sometimes.” Then the guy says, “Shalom,” and walks out the door. Tom and I just sat there looking at each other. It was weird. We both had the feeling that if we opened the door, we wouldn’t see hide nor hair of that young sailor. I think the reason we didn’t go look for him is because we didn’t really want to know! Were we visited by an angel, unawares? We don’t know. But maybe that’s the point. However, that’s just a little sidebar to illustrate the direction things were heading.

Two things happened next that were crucial to the unfolding of the story.

One was that I made a brief trip back to Seattle to marry my fiancé, Edie. The other was that, during my brief stay in Seattle, Tom had acquired a Ouija board from a friend whose parents came across it while cleaning out their attic. When Edie and I returned to Long Beach we rented an apartment. One day Tom brought the Ouija board over and – while none of us had any experience with a Ouija board - that little apartment on Orange Street became the stage for a series of the most intriguing, bizarre, frightening, amusing, and generally fascinating events of our lives.

THE FIRST SESSIONS

It started out as just silliness. None of us had ever really tried a Ouija board before. We just knew that some people claimed the little plastic planchette would move around on the board and spell out messages. So we tried it, asking silly questions like, “Will I be rich?” Will Tom find a girlfriend?” “Do I have any long lost relatives who are really rich?” The planchette would move around slowly and awkwardly and would seem to go to the YES or the NO and sometimes it seemed like it was trying to spell out some words but we couldn’t be certain because sometimes it would stop between letters instead of directly over them. But that was only when Tom and I were doing it. It was a whole different ball game when Edie was one of the participants.

What I didn’t know at the time, but later discovered, was that Edie’s grandmother, on her fathers side, was also given to such things. Perhaps it went back for generations. I don’t know. But when Edie put her hands on the planchette, it just zipped along, letter by letter, spelling out stuff so fast that a third person had to be taking notes. The letters, of course, all ran together with no separation between words. They would seem to come in flurries and then stop, briefly. Then we would take a look at the string of letters that the third person had been jotting down and we would draw a line, separating out the words. For example:

GOODEVENINGMYNAMEISANNALEEWRIGHT, becomes:

GOOD / EVENING / MY / NAME / IS / ANNA / LEE /WRIGHT.

So who was Anna Lee Wright? In the nights to come, we found out and spoke to her several times. Anna Lee Wright informed us that she had lived in England in the 1400’s and was beheaded for adultery. That was a bit unnerving but then came the real shocker. Supposedly, Edie was Anna Lee’s current incarnation! Actually, though, that’s a bit of a misnomer. As I recall, we questioned the reincarnation idea and we were informed that it wasn’t really a case of reincarnation, as such, but some other kind of a connection. Anna Lee was not clear on the subject, almost as if she, herself, didn’t quite understand it. My impression, however, was that it was some kind of a parallel universe phenomenon. The gist of it was that we all have counterparts, for lack of a better term, in the past as well as in the future, and it’s all taking place at the same time but separated by dimensional barriers. Tom and I were told of our own counterparts of that time. I don’t remember what our names were but I remember that Tom was a musician in the King’s court. It seems odd, but for some reason I don’t remember anything I was told about myself. We were absolutely beside ourselves. I had an adrenaline rush that wouldn’t quit. Of course we had no idea what was really going on here. This was beyond anything any of us had ever imagined. But it was only the beginning.

In the many days and nights that followed, we talked to so many different personalities that I can’t remember them all. Some were boring, some were humorous. One, I recall, was very scared:

“WHERE IS MY MOTHER? HELP ME PLEASE! MY MOTHER! I CAN’T FIND MY MOTHER! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”

The planchette moved almost frantically as it spelled out those words. Somehow we could sense the urgency of this cry for help. We tried asking questions to find out what was going on. It was a young girl. She was on an ocean liner and it was going down. That’s all we know because the communication stopped. It was a frustrating, helpless feeling. We sat back and wondered. Had we tapped into the sinking of the Titanic? We could only guess.

Then there were the visits from personalities more well-known; the poet, Robert Frost, for example. This was a particularly interesting and somewhat disturbing event – especially for Edie - as it apparently involved a full-blown bodily “possession”. And Edie’s body was the unwitting host.

(To be continued…) © 2007, Gary Val Tenuta

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