Hello, my name is Ray. I have been having what can be described as the typical encounters with trans dimensional nasties now for quite a few years. I was listening to a rebroadcast of one of your radio interviews on Youtube today and many of the things you said were spot on. I would describe myself as a regular American in many ways, born in N.C. and raised Catholic by a single mother much of my life I was free to get into as much trouble as I could handle. I never had a strong Catholic sense, so to say, as it is just too easy to get behind a church that claims to be about Jesus while having dragons on their coat of arms and blowing huge sums of cash covering up foul deeds, so, not blaming the church, but I feel it didn’t do me a service, all except one thing…they taught me to pray.
Now fast forward to my younger years, again, somewhere in the early 90’s I was playing with Ouija boards, here and there and became interested in occult knowledge, not for any overtly nefarious purpose as I am a helpful and loving person by nature but always plagued by bigger questions as a youth and not seeing anyone willing to hand out the answers, I went digging on my own. Now, the first warning came when after a period of using this board with a friend, I started to have terrible dreams, once waking to find this black figure in the room. That, of course, scared me and I dove back into my faith….though, not completely, I did get more powerful respect for Jesus as his name was the only thing keeping me safe at night. I joined the US Coast Guard in 92′ to help save lives (rather than take them, as in other services), and was stationed in Cheboygan MI, aboard the CGC Mackinaw. That boat was haunted by the ghost of a young man that killed himself on-board, so, I and many others had terrible nightmares about him and I, in particular had several experiences that frightened me severely and making me question some of the things written in my bible (why is this guy still here? Shouldn’t he have gone to hell? Why is Jesus allowing this guy to hang around here and torment us all at night?) So, while I knew that Jesus name worked, I didn’t know why or how…why were some peddling his name while living opulent lives and talking out of both sides of their mouths?
I left Northern Michigan to be stationed in Grand Haven (96′) on the south side of Michigan, beautiful area, but again, the house I was living it, haunted to the 4 corners of the earth. I, and others routinely reported seeing things out of our peripheral vision and once I was visited in a dream by an elderly woman that took me on a tour through history…seeing the house in it’s former glory before being carved up into 5 apartments. That stay in that house was not a happy one, there were several entities, some human, some…not sure but not nice either way. After 2 years I was stationed in NC, this is when things got stranger.
I had started waking up and having feelings of not being able to move or speak, my wife reported the same things. Thought I’d try to pray, I got the feeling of something specifically not wanting me to call on Jesus. Sometimes I’d think there was something at the end of the bed, both of us having the same feelings and not wanting to be alone in the apartment. It was worse for my wife as I was stationed on a Coast Guard Cutter and was actually rarely home. I did my 3 years in NC and was sent back to Michigan, this time to Sault Ste. Marie. It was here that everything seemed to take a quicker turn for the worse. I began to not want to be married, for no very good reason other than feeling isolation and depression, though I had a great job, a beautiful wife and an awesome little son and daughter, I was feeling so low. I began to use the computer to look at porn, here and there, but soon it was taking up more and more time, though I didn’t know it at the time, I was being groomed for worse things later.
As my time in Sault progressed I fell more and more into depression and loneliness, I began to have injuries and my job and my performance in it started to suffer. I left there in 05′ and went back to Cheboygan to the New Cutter Mackinaw, again, progressive downward spiral, a “friend” of mine had gotten me into some literature to help me (Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson and the Celestine Prophesy by James Redfield and many other titles) while I was looking for answers in all the wrong places, the information seemed to answer some questions but left huge gaping holes in others. So, at my absolute lowest, in 07′ I suffered another back injury, but this time it was different, I had a terrible sense and great fear in one respect, but on another was filled with the notion that there was more to this than I knew. After the back surgery, I didn’t recover as quickly as the CG would have liked and they discharged me from service, not the ending to an ideal career. While I was waiting to process out, I was crying quite a bit and in total spiritual turmoil not knowing what was going to happen, the whole time I was there, I was having these bad dreams, seeing lights in the house, as was my wife and drinking quite a bit, always angry and not knowing why, it was hell.
Then, one night, after calling on Jesus to help me during a particularly bad experience, he did. Now, the consequence of what I am about to describe to you is in no way a fabrication, nor is any of what I have described to you but in 2007 Jesus came in a dream after calling on him. He is (a). real and (b). amazing to behold. He showed me a board (sort of an upside down half circle), that was literally black and white, I was looking at it and some of the arrows (there were several, and I can’t tell you how many, but I got the sense that these were areas of responsibility in your life, so to speak) were pointed to the black side of it, Jesus saw me looking at that and told me not to worry about those things, but to focus on the many positive things in the white, that he could handle the ones in the dark side. My wife, also felt the presence of Jesus as she had a dream at the same time but in a separate way getting a guided tour of a place she called Crystal City. At the end of the dream, Jesus told me that he was coming…”tell them I am coming” he said. I got the sense that there was going to be some doubt…by me and even others and he felt the need to say it twice to make it clear to me.
That dream was followed the next night (now calling these things dreams is a loose term, they in many ways, were more real than whatever we call “real”) by me, or what I thought was me, standing in a room…I noticed a couple of people arguing about something and the argument was getting out of hand and turning more and more violent and mean, I stepped in to try and calm them but as I opened my mouth, this pure white light shot out followed by a sound…that I can’t repeat…not with any device or sound I’ve ever heard on Earth, it seemed like the sound of multiple frequencies overlapping in an unbelievable stentorian of volume and perfection…that was amazing enough, but was followed by a long silver two-edged blade. As the sound/light/blade came out, the room brightened, significantly and all these little black shadow beings started coming out from all over the room, running in the opposite direction as the nature of the voice was uncompromising but pure in it’s intention. As amazing as that was there was one more dream, but I wont recall that one right now.
Now, I was being kicked out of my job of 14 years, my back was ruined and I was scared. I had no place to go, no money, two kids to feed and a bunch of bills. Right up to my last day in the CG I had no plan, none. The saying goes, God never shuts one door without opening another and though it looked grim I tried to have faith, on my last day, I got a call from an old friend (bare in mind, I didn’t ask anyone for help) a friend calls me up and offers me to stay in his house that he has to move out of, for next to nothing. Later (two months) the means came available for me to buy the house, which just happened to be in my price range with the amount of room that I needed…there is more amazing parts to this story…the long and short is, after all this great stuff, I still wasn’t totally in the corner of Jesus. My wife was reading Harry Potter books, Vampire novels and even bought some Tarot Cards and started using them. I was pulling away, trying to drag her up with me but now she was in dark territory.
It was this time around August 15th of 09′ that I had some strange experiences that fall into your lap. One, I began to feel this unstoppable urge to meditate, I stopped sleeping at night…and no pills would knock me out, I started having strange visions, it felt like my mind was being hacked…literally. I’d meditate for a few hours a day, seeing some absolutely crazy things…no matter what I did, I couldn’t get the feelings to stop, I became overly sensitive to love and emotions and the power of mean words, I also started to see my life and others lives in a completely different perspective feeling more compassion than ever for everyone. I saw, as did several others in Northern Michigan, 2 large UFO’s fly directly over my house. That was followed by a large, blue eyed Grey standing over my bed, the encounter was strange, I woke to see this thing inches from my face, looking at me, when I opened my eyes, it seemed to real, like it didn’t expect me to wake up. It stood up suddenly blinked a few times and then vanished, like walking through walls…but it just sort of backed up into somewhere else and was gone. Now, one night after that, while meditating, I got a terrible feeling and in my vision came a large pair of reptile eyes…staring at me. That made me feel scared and for good reason as I got the strong impression it was either Satan or someone close to him and nightmares started again.
Since that encounter last Sept 09′, I have reaffirmed my faith and am digging in for the long haul. My searching for answers led me to the bible and then the answers started to come fast. I go to bed with Jesus in my mind and he is the first thing I think about when I wake. I am in the process of trying to get my whole family to go to church, as we have never gone regularly, but I still pray and read my bible, trying very hard to be like Jesus. I support what you are doing and as soon as I am strong enough (spiritually) would like to help you, I do feel an obligation to Jesus who took pity on my sorry state and lifted me out…I’ll never be able to thank him enough. It is not enough to simply “know” that Jesus is Lord for it is written in the book of James, that even the demons know he is and they tremble, we must celebrate his name and bask in the glory of God.
I copied you 8 R’s list and am going to follow it home.
This is one more person you’ve reached, thanks.