TIME LOST - CONTINUED
by
Rod C. Davis©
Shortly after my wife and I met during the summer of 1960, we had our first supernatural experience together, and they have continued ever since. Some years have been far more active than others, i.e. 1979, beginning June 1st, and ending on August 25th. During that time we lived in a house that harbored very unfriendly spirits, and all family members, including our pets, experienced traumatic events, some of which left mental scars for years to come.
Over time I developed an overwhelming desire to understand the unexplainable experiences that we had been encountering, and during the early '70s I began to research the supernatural and paranormal. I've interviewed numerous people that have had sporadic experiences similar to ours over the years, but nothing in their history, or ours compares to the barrage of events that have been transpiring since 2003. On April 26, 2003, and on April 26, 2004 something happened to convince me that each encounter has a message imbedded in it, and following is an accounting of events from my journal that support that assumption.
It is my firm belief that these supernatural and paranormal encounters that I am sharing with you began as a result of a trip my wife and I made to Pagosa Springs, Colorado on March 26th, 2003. The first evening in that town opened up a whole new world to us.
While eating dinner that night in one of the local restaurants, my wife and I talked about the business meeting we had earlier in the day, and somewhere in that conversation an idea flashed into my mind, which was nothing more than an impulse to tell our waitress that I was an author that writes about the supernatural and paranormal. When I asked her if she knew of anyone in town that has had any of those type experiences, I got much more than I had expected.
We talked with several people in the restaurant that told us about some very interesting paranormal events, and most of them had happened within the past twelve months. In addition to all of the information that we gathered, I was given the phone numbers of two people that had supernatural encounters. Two and a half hours later my wife and I left the restaurant with referrals to people in and out of town, and both of us were tingling with excitement.
During the next two days I was given additional referrals and ended up interviewing seven people in all. Many of the experiences that were shared with me had distinct similarities. Several of the women that I interviewed told me they believed the flying objects and entities that they had seen were associated with Archuleta Mesa, and each of them took the time to share with me some of that area's history. Shortly after our return to Las Vegas, Nevada I spent a solid two weeks on the Internet, from early morning until late evening, researching any and all information that I could find on Dulce, New Mexico, Archuleta Mesa, Sandia, and Los Alamos. None of the information was recent, but it was my first exposure to it.
While conducting my research on the Internet I printed out the information that was not an obvious hoax, and I spent many hours pouring over that material. I had a great deal of difficulty coming to grips with certain aspects of what I read, and before going to sleep the night of April 25th, I decided to give Wesley Bateman a call the next morning. In addition to being an author and accomplished physicist, he is also a telepathic. It was Mr. Bateman's telepathic abilities that gave Gene Roddenbury numerous ideas for his productions, and I have been fortunate enough to spend many mesmerizing and educational hours with him.
It is important to note that Wesley had been receiving telepathic communications over a long period of time from beings in another universe, and it was those communications, along with 25 years of research in the field of Sacred Geometry, that helped him to rediscover the Ra system of Mathematics. That System, which can be viewed on his Website, http://geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/Hall/3324/, has been integral to his success in solving part of the first SETI Message. There were nine Messages in all, and they were posted on the SETI Web site during 1995, and subsequently linked to David Levine's Web site in the guise of a game. Mr. Bateman firmly believes that they were placed there in hopes that someone could find a way to solve the mystery surrounding them.
As planned, I called Mr. Bateman on the morning of April 26, 2003 while on my way to a precious metals conference at the Rio Casino, however he was not available and I was told to call back in a couple of hours. As I pressed the "End" button on my cell phone, a series of paranormal events began that are continuing to this day. When these encounters started, they seemed to be simply that, but over time a pattern has developed that has tied them together. The April 26, 2003 event can be viewed at www.rodcdavis.com, under UFO and Paranormal Short Stories, and is titled, "Time Lost".
When I spoke with Wes Bateman later that day and queried him regarding the research that I had done on the Internet, I also told him about what happened to me after I talked with his daughter that morning. I was somewhat disappointed when he did not have much to say about the incident, and during a conversation about 6 weeks later he finally said to me, "I think that you were pulled aside and given some information for future use."
On April 28, 2003 my wife and I left for the New England states to attend numerous book signings. On May 11th, while in Carrabassett Valley, Maine we met a Spiritual Medium named Mary Robbins, and she told me that I was going to meet three people that would be very influential in my life. She said that one of them was a woman located in Pennsylvania, Ohio, or New York, and that the second one was in the Midwest (but she could not get specific as to which state), and that the third was in the Black Hills. She did not know where the Black Hills were, but she was able to elaborate on numerous circumstances and nuances surrounding the last individual.
After my wife and I returned to Las Vegas from the book-signing trip, I met with Edward Schultz, a Cherokee Indian, who is a past president of the Las Vegas Desert Dowsers. I told him about the person that I was supposed to meet in the Black Hills, and I asked him if he could dowse where they were. He dowsed several state maps before he told me that the Black Hills in question were in Southeastern Arizona, and after a while he said that it was a woman that I was looking for, and that she was not a North American Indian. He also said that she goes up on very high mesas in the Black Hills to meditate. This information later became very integral to the paranormal pattern that had been developing.
About two weeks after I met with Mr. Schultz, a friend of his that is a psychic and dowser came into town. She has done work for the FBI and police departments to locate missing people and items. Ed introduced me to her because he thought that she would be able to give me a better insight on the woman that I was searching for, and she did. She told me that the woman I was looking for is a North American Indian, that she had had significant health problems, and to not waste my time looking for her because she was always on the move. As it turned out, what she told me, coupled with the information provided by Mary Robbins, helped to identify the woman in a chance meeting almost a year later.
Another series of paranormal events began on August 2, 2003, one of which is still occurring as of the date of this correspondence. An accounting of those events, which is titled, "A Few Days of the Paranormal", can be viewed on www.rodcdavis.com, under UFO and Paranormal Short Stories. One of the events, which happened on August 14th, eventually ties four people together, Wesley Bateman, Debra Moore, Monarca Merrifield and me. On that date an entity came to me, and I was poked at the base of my rib cage to the right of the sternum. It was a violent jab that simultaneously woke me up as the wind was knocked out of me. The entity has been with me almost every night since. However, I have not been poked real hard as I had been the first time, although there have been many occasions that I have been poked hard enough in the same spot to make me grunt. On several occasions I was fully awake when I felt the jabs, and sometimes the quick little jabs would go on intermittently for several minutes.
On the morning of the 15th I called Wes Bateman to tell him about the events that I had been experiencing since August 2nd, and he seemed to be very interested. I told him that I had to be in Arizona within a couple of days and that I'd like to stop by his home for a visit. While there I pointed to the spot where I had been poked, and he told me that was the exact same location where he has had an almost constant pain for a long time. He said that his doctors had put him through extensive tests, but after exhausting all possibilities, they were unable to find the cause. During that visit Wes told me that he believes the beings that have been telepathically communicating with him over the years have been the instigators of my experiences. He felt that they were making these events happen so that I would tell him about them, but he was not 100% sure why.
While doing some additional research on Archuleta Mesa during June 2003, I met the woman in the East that Mary Robbins had told me about. She was living in Pennsylvania, grew up in New York, and was looking for a home in Ohio. She has been very influential in my life since, and she has had extensive personal UFO experiences.
On April 16th, 2004, I met Debra Moore, a Cherokee Indian, at a business meeting. As we talked I steadily developed a feeling about her that I could not identify, and on an impulse I reached across the table and held my hand out palm side up. I told Debra to place her hand over mine about an inch away. The force that I felt was very intense, and she felt it also. Both of us immediately got goose bumps all over our body, and as we said thank you, we each felt them intensify significantly.
As we talked I learned that she was from Arizona, and that because she's always on the move she uses an address in Dolan Springs as her permanent mailing address. When she told me where she was from, I asked her if she ever went to the Black Hills, and she said, "Yes. I go up on the highest mesas to meditate." Later in the conversation she told me that she had been very sick, and that she had been placed in a hospice to die.
Debra wasn't ready to die and willed herself to get better. Today you'd never know that she had been on the brink of death, or a paraplegic. I was very impressed with this woman and was beginning to firmly believe that she was the person in the Black Hills that Mary Robbins had told me about. Later in that conversation Debra made a statement that convinced me that she was THE woman. She told me that she had a pain at the base of her rib cage, and when she pointed to the location, it was in the exact same spot as Mr. Bateman's, and the same place in which I had been getting poked from time to time. She said at one point the doctors thought that the pain might have been caused by her gallbladder, so they removed it, but the pain did not go away. She has had extensive tests, the same ones as Wes, yet they could not find the cause of the pain.
During the next week I met with Debra several more times, and each of the circumstances and nuances that Mary Robbins had shared with me regarding the person in the Black Hills, all came to pass. I developed a very strong feeling that Debra, Wes, and I should have a joint meeting to see if there was some kind of a synergy between us, and I called Mr. Bateman to get his opinion. He agreed that we should meet, and also said that a visit would be in order since he had a package he wanted me to deliver to someone in Las Vegas. I checked with Debra to see if she would be interested in taking a trip to Arizona to meet Wes, and she agreed.
On April 26, 2004, Debra's next day off, she and I went to meet with Wes. I do not know what I expected to happen when we were all together in one room, but no bells, whistles or sirens went off. The conversation bounced from one topic to another, and eventually the subject became space travel. When he was in the middle of explaining how space ships travel over great distances in a short period of time, Wes' eyes and mine locked. As soon as they did I felt a vibrating sensation that blanketed my entire forehead, and it felt like it encompassed the entire front section of my brain. It was the same type of a vibrating sensation that I felt one year earlier, on April 26, 2003, just as I crossed over Rainbow Blvd. on Desert Inn Road. But then again it was different. It did not pass through the whole upper half of my body as it did in 2003. It was focused, and stayed in one location the whole time.
The moment I felt that sensation, Wes stopped talking in mid sentence. I saw the space between him and me change instantly, and it was like I was looking at him through thick glass, or very clear water. Then I saw a thin line that was about three eighths to a half inch thick, and the width of Wesley's head, travel from me to him, and it kind of shimmered like heat rising off of a tar road during the summer. The event that transpired between Wes and me lasted 2 to 3 seconds, but Mr. Bateman was quiet for about 10 to 15, and then continued.
Once he was finished, I asked him why he had stopped talking a few minutes ago. His face developed a blank look, and it appeared that he did not realize what he had done. Debra confirmed that he had stopped talking, and when I told him what I saw happen between him and me, he said, "That was The Outer State communicating to you through me."
Before Debra and I left he handed me the package that he wanted delivered to a person in Space Sciences, Inc. in Las Vegas. He told me what the package contained, and said that it was the smoking gun that they were looking for. He also said that he had prepared that package a while ago, but did not mail it because something told him to wait, and when I called to suggest a visit, he assumed I was the reason.
On the morning of April 27th I called the individual at Space Sciences, Inc. and asked for an audience. We met at 11:30 that morning and ended up spending about 30 minutes together. I gave him background on both Mr. Bateman and me. When we parted company, he said that he didn't think he'd be able to get to the information until next week. My senses told me something different, and as it turned out, I was right. He called Wes early the next morning and they had a meaningful conversation.
Mr. Bateman called me after speaking with the individual from Space Sciences, Inc., and said that they had talked for about thirty minutes. During that conversation he also told me that he had made a major breakthrough in his work on the first SETI message that morning. My mind instantly flashed back to my 50 minutes of missing time, and to May of 2003, when Wes told me that I had been pulled aside and given some information for future use. I found it interesting that just the afternoon before I had seen the thin shimmering line pass from me to Wes. Perhaps I had been given information for future use.
It is my opinion that the meeting with the individual at Space Sciences, Inc., and his follow up phone call to Wes the next day could be the beginning of many good things to come for the benefit of mankind, and that there is a story in all of this that should be told. Someday I hope to be the author, or co-author that tells it.
In conclusion, on April 27th, 2004, I had a conversation with Monarca Merrifield. I asked her if she recalled that I had been poked by something just below my rib cage while lying in bed, just to the right of the sternum. When she said, "Yes," I told her about Debra and Wes each having a pain in that same location, and that I was certain it bonded us together for some common purpose. That is when I learned that she has also had a pain in the same location for years, and that she has had the same tests as Wes and Debra, but as with them the cause is still unknown.
Mary Robbins told me I would meet three people that would be very influential in my life. I find it very interesting that two of them have a common denominator, a pain just below their rib cage. If I do meet the third person (Perhaps I already have, maybe that person is Wesley Bateman), I wonder if he or she will have a pain in the same location?
