| Vietnam Veteran's Visitation |
| Yogi Thank you for your interest because it seems that no one wants to listen. I'm not the kind of person that gets excited about things so I didn't sat a thing for a long time, but it lay on my mind. I'm a disabled Vietnam veteran and I ran a halfway house, for getting homeless veterans off the street and, hopefully, back into some kind of home/shelter. We have so far, gotten eight guys off drugs and, either back with their families or into a house of their own, with a great support structure, of volunteers or other vets. God has been good to us. I had finished my daily chores and decided to go to bed. I hadn't quite dozed off yet, I was kinda just laying there talking with God, as I noticed a bright light come on in my room. I didn't need to open my eyes because it was bright enough to see through my eyelids. I thought it was odd because of the nature of our tenants, we never go into each others rooms unannounced, but, for some reason, I still didn't open my eyes, I just waited for whoever it was, to speak. No one ever did and my memory goes blank, at that point. Being a combat vet, it is my nature to investigate anything out of the ordinary, but this time, for some reason, I just didn't. My next impression was of being light (i.e. without weight). I don't recall a floating sensation, as one would expect, should the effects of gravity cease, just a weightless sensation. After that, a period of time passed, I suppose, then I heard/felt a crunching feeling/sound. I can't describe exactly what it was because I didn't really feel it or hear it, I just sensed it, some how. The next memory I can clearly recall, is of awakening, and as is my usual habit, because I am a smoker, I cleared my throat. I felt as though I had a cotton ball in my mouth. I remember thinking "This is strange" and remembered the experience of the night before. When I swallowed, I expected it to get stuck in my throat and that I was gonna go into my bathroom, spit it out, and see what it was, but it went down real easy, except that I felt a small lump. By the time, the whole experience should have concerned me more, but this didn't. I just kinda grinned it off and got up. I guess I kind of forgot it, and went on with my life without anything unusual happening, except that I suddenly just stopped drinking. In my position as leader of the group, I had argued with myself that I needed to stop, as it was kind of hard to talk the homeless guys into stopping, when I drank. I was telling myself that it wasn't a problem for me, but it was beginning to and I had already prepared for a really hard battle with it. It never happened. There was no battle, no stopping and then starting back, or wanting to drink but not doing it, I Just Stopped. I haven't wanted a drink since, and That, is strange. The only other thing, that I have noticed, thus far, is a very small lump that grows on the upper/inner part of my ear. It itches and I scratch it, and several times I have looked at it, and there is a tiny piece of something that looks like a grain of salt or sand.I usually just brush it off, but this time I am gonna get someone to look at it under a microscope. I believe there are visitors or some unusual form of life that is playing with us, or maybe examining us, and I have seen things that I can't personally explain, but I have adopted the attitude of, I'm gonna wait and see what's up, rather than form an opinion. I hope this helps you in your search and I am willing to do whatever you need me to do, to fond out what it is at the bottom of all this. Sincerely Jackie My Many Thanks To Jackie For Her Story The Night Of The Visitors I would like to share my story with you. The Beginning: It's hard to really say when my story really began. There are dreams in my past that I feel may or may not be related. I will not bore you with those details. There are two things I must relate to you before I tell you about the night of the Visitors. All of these things transpired within a six month period. The Nightmare: Like most dreams, the nightmare was kind of stupid. The only reason I am reporting it is because it is most likely related because of the Buzzing sound I heard during the nightmare. In the Nightmare, I was hiding beneath the floorboards of a building somewhere. I could see the space above the floorboards through the cracks between the boards. Above the floor was an object that I remember being similar to an upright vacuum cleaner. On it's front side was a very bright light. It was searching for me, and I was hiding. It made a loud buzzing sound. The same sound I heard the night of the Visitors. The Helicopter: I have been plagued off and on through out my life with Sleepwalking. To me sleepwalking is semi-conscious, almost trance like state, other times I remember nothing at all. I have even hurt myself running in my sleep. Sleepwalking is a very bizarre experience. My memory of the night of the helicopter is rather blurred. I was in the familiar trance like state while a helicopter was flying extremely close to the house and shinning its lights in the window. This also woke up my girlfriend. The really bizarre part of this incident was that I was crouched down near the floor, near the window, yelling at my girlfriend to get down. I was extremely afraid and very panicked. She later told me that I kept telling her that "They were going to get us". I do not remember how this episode ended. The Night of the Visitors: A few months after the Helicopter incident I had the most bizarre experience of my life. It was May 2 nd 1992. I awoke; around Three O-clock, to some noise or activity outside my window. My first impression was that someone was messing with my car outside, however I did not get up to look out I felt as though there was a crowd outside my window. I remember thinking that if I was quiet, and did not move, they would not know I was there. Fear set in. I knew it was "Them". About this time I started to hear a very strange buzzing noise. (The same buzzing noise I heard in the nightmare.) It was very faint at first but grew louder with each passing second. It soon became very loud, almost loud enough to vibrate objects in the room. I continued to lie very still. My heart was beating very loud and my body was full of adrenaline. I was both absolutely terrified and totally in awe. I knew what was happening. As I lay on the bed, I watched the sky through the Venetian blinds. They were open wide enough to see the outside sky very clearly. As the buzzing grew louder, I saw a triangular shaped craft slowly appear, turn, and head towards my house from the corner of the block. It had three lights. One up front, and two at the back to form a triangle. It reminded me of a helicopter without rotors. It continued in my direction until it was almost just passed the window. It is here that the memory ends. I awoke nearly an hour and fifteen minutes later. Everything was back to normal. I have a small image in my memory of seeing this thing up close. Near one of it's lights. It was a dull flat black color with very little shine. It appeared to be held together by rivets. I do very much feel that this was not a dream, as I was to full of adrenaline to be asleep. The event seemed too real. You may certainly post my story if you like. It really happened to me in 1992. Every word is true. As for the dreams of my past, we'll touch on those later. I must go to work now. My Many Thanks To Eric For Allowing Me To Post His Story Eric's email is : [email protected] Update To Eric's Story As for the dreams and things in my past.... The most relevant would be what I call a vision. About five years prior to the "Night of the Visitors", I had a dream or vision. Now on the night of the visitors, I was overwhelmed with both fear and awe. The night of the"Vision" was the only other time I experienced an event of such clarity and magnitude. I dreamt that I was in a building and there was lot's of activity. A woman approached me and asked what was going on. I told her that Christ was just moments away from coming back. I was both terrified and so excited at the same time. As for my Childhood, I once woke up and saw the Sandman standing at the foot of the bed. Throughout my life up till today, I have nightmares about secret hallways and stairs. Sometimes it was a place under the school auditorium stage. These dreams are faded and with not much detail. However, they do invoke terror. At about age 11, I discovered a book called, "Chariots of the Gods" by Erich Von Daniken. It was then things started to be different. A voice was in me head telling me to keep these things "Ancient Astronauts" a secret. Now this could be just childhood imagination. But I felt that I was "The Keeper of Great Secrets". But I was just a kid, could mean nothing. At about age 12 or 13, I had my first actual sighting. A friend and I were leaning on his fathers car talking about things boys talk about. Suddenly two giant balls of light swooped down from behind us and the flew forward and up and vanished. They made a whoosh sound. My friend said what the hell was that ? And I told him they were UFOs. I also told him we should never tell anyone, because we are supposed to keep it a secret. Sometime after the night of the visitors, I had a dream that my mind was taken out past Neptune so I could envision the size of the Solar System. Well, it's pretty big. All these things were in the background of my life until recently. On New Years Morning about 2:30 AM, I was driving home from work when I remembered the Sandman and had an overwhelming feeling that "Something" was going to happen soon. Since then, I have been obsessed with finding out what has happened to me in my life. I contacted a few researchers, some were interested for a day or two then nothing. Perhaps, they think me a kook. That is why I developed the website. I have operated another website for many years ( www.johnnyringo.com ) and felt perhaps I could build a website that might reach someone with similar experience and we could find revelations in that. So far, I have not found the answers I am looking for. A few nights ago I had a dream that Myself and two other people were traveling down a highway. We got buzzed head on by a Black helicopter. We then drove to a nearby town to find a church. It was there that we looked up to the sky and saw two moons. End of dream. Well that's about all I can remember for now. Hope these things are interesting to you. Sincerely Eric Johnson Again, Thank you To Eric For His Story. |
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