The day began like a typical Saturday morning, and by 10:30 I had finished all of the chores on my agenda but one. I have several humming bird feeders hanging from the oleander bushes in our backyard, and two of them needed to be washed and refilled.
I always use a measuring cup that my wife keeps in the center island kitchen cabinet to fill the feeders with sugar water. When I opened the door to pull out the tray I noticed that the back right side of the tray was hanging down. When I removed it from the cabinet I saw that the back wall had warped outward a little, causing the slide to fall out of the mount. It was a simple fix … I just had to move the slide in a little further.
The cabinet's front center post was oak, and I did not want to take a chance on splitting it so I drilled a pilot hole for the screw. Then I slipped the black Phillips head screw onto the magnetic bit and set it to my right on the white tile floor. Next I reached into the cabinet and placed the end of the slide into the mount on the back wall. Then after I lined up the other end of the slide with the hole that I had just drilled, I reached for my screwdriver and the screw was not in the magnetic bit.
I checked everywhere around me fully expecting to spot the screw any moment since I was looking for a black object on white. I searched for the better part of a minute before I asked my wife to come and help me. I explained what happened and the fact that the screw was black. She got on her hands and knees and looked over every inch of the floor before saying, "It must have bounced into the cabinet."
I told her that was not possible because I had put it in the magnetic bit of my screwdriver. I said, "Even if it did drop off the magnetic bit, which was highly unlikely, the most it could have dropped was approximately one inch, and that would not create enough force for it to bounce into the cabinet." Determined to prove me wrong she removed every single item, making a point to examine each one to see if the screw was inside. Once the cabinet was empty she felt all around the inside, checking every nook and cranny, but there was no screw.
Ultimately I removed the screw from the slide on the opposite side of the cabinet to find a match in an assortment of screws that I had in the garage. As soon as I had taken the screw out I said to my wife, "Watch this." I stuck it in the bit exactly the same way as I had with the missing screw, then I shook the screwdriver up and down several times … the screw did not drop out. Then a thought struck me and I said out loud, "Alright you guys, stop messing with me. I need that screw, how about putting it back!?" My wife shook her head in disbelief and went back to the family room to finish reading the newspaper. After the slide was secured and the tray was back in place I went upstairs to my office to do some paperwork.
About an hour and a half later I went downstairs to get a glass of water, and as I stepped into the kitchen I stopped dead in my tracks. The missing screw was lying on the floor exactly where it should have been. I remained in the same position and yelled for my wife to come into the kitchen. She was still in the family room and she had heard me as I walked down the stairs, and she also heard my footsteps stop as soon as I entered the kitchen. As she approached the center island I told her to look on the floor where we had searched for the screw. She could not believe her eyes, and since that day we keep the screw in a candleholder on the kitchen table as phenomena memorabilia.
August 3, 2003
I was standing at the kitchen counter pouring water into our coffee maker at 4:55 AM, facing the wall to the dining room, and the doorway to it was on my right. Out of the corner of my right eye I saw a dark shadow, and as I turned to see what it was, it instantly got 100% of my attention. It was much more than a shadow. I'm 6' 2" tall, and when I looked up I saw shoulders and the shape of a head about two feet above me. Everything happened so fast that I don't know if the shape extended all the way to the floor or not. I watched the dark 2 dimensional shape travel about 3 feet toward the dining room before it disappeared. The reason that I identified it as a 2 dimensional shape is the fact that it passed between the counter top and me. It was not a shadow on the wall.
The house that we lived in was 12 years old, and to my knowledge no one had died in it. It can't be over a burial ground because our property used to be barren desert. And this was not the first time that I have seen things moving near me in this house, although it was the first time that I got a good look at it.
My office is in my home, and my computer workstation is at the far end, about 12 feet from the doorway. On the upper right side of my workstation I have storage for CD jewel cases. More times than I can count, I have seen a moving reflection in the ends of the jewel cases, and it is always moving from my right to the left toward the door. I have turned around every single time, only to find nothing there.
August 3, 2003
I had written a marketing piece and emailed it to my publisher for some feedback at 8:30 AM. Before I sent it I performed a grammar and spell check, and spell check did not recognize the name “Roddenbury”. I checked my reference source to make sure that the spelling was correct, and then added the name to my spell check database. As a final step I printed out the document to proof read it, and since I've always had a habit of speed reading and missing one or more typos, I asked my wife to proof read it also.
About a half an hour after I sent the email I received a response from my publisher stating that the marketing piece looked fine. However, they noted that I should check the spelling of Roddenberry; they thought that it probably should be Roddenbury.
I was dumbfounded. My wife and I had both checked and rechecked that document before it was emailed. I was certain that it was 100% correct. I told my wife what had happened and she said that I must have accidentally sent the wrong document. I told her no way. We marched into my office, each ready to prove the other wrong.
I logged into my email account and opened the "Mail Sent" folder, and then opened the document that I had sent to my publisher. The document had Roddenbury in it, NOT Roddenberry. I suppose it's possible that someone intercepted my email and changed "bury" to "berry", but why? It's also possible that the Internet Provider had a glitch in its system that could have caused it, but why would it be only that one word? And it is also possible that my publisher was playing games with me, but to what end? They've never done it before, or since. I think the answer is simple … I think that whatever spirit(s) was messing with me earlier, had not been finished for the day.
August 7, 2003
An urgent call to nature woke me up out of a very sound sleep at 1:00 AM, and when I got back into bed I was wide-awake. I hate nights like that because I know that I'll be awake for at least an hour, and usually much longer. I believe it was somewhere around 1:30 AM (I think that was the right time because I had recently looked at the clock and it had been 1:25 AM) that I saw a white object (my eyes were closed) floating into my vision from the right side. When it reached the center it made a left hand turn and continued to move in a straight line toward me. Just as I thought that it was going to hit me in the eyes it kind of melted, sort of like it was dissolving from the top and both sides at the same time. Then a white object that was shaped differently also drifted out from the right toward the center, and it simply disappeared when it got there. The moment that it disappeared another object appeared just to the right of center, and after a few seconds it exploded. And immediately after it had exploded a dark shadow filled the entire left third of my field of vision for 2 or 3 seconds before the whole process started over again. Each time that the process repeated itself, the objects continued to appear and disappear in the same order as when they first appeared.
Each time the visions appeared they became a little clearer, and eventually I was able to make out a face in the first white object. Before the visions ended I was able to clearly see its eyes, nose and mouth, but no features, and the eyes were kind of like black holes.
When the second object took shape, it looked exactly like a flying saucer. It was darker at the top than it was at the bottom. The top was gray, while the bottom half was like a grayish white, and as it traveled from the top to bottom, the gray color faded more and more.
The third object finally got to a point where I could see long spikes of different lengths radiating out from it just before it exploded in a blinding flash of light.
The dark shadow at the left third of my vision got to the point that it looked like a perpendicular ocean with giant spiked rolling waves that were in varying heights, and it was moving from the top to the bottom. There was one exception to the dark shadow in the continuing visions. Somewhere in the middle of the repeating visions a hideous face burst out from the left to the right and stopped almost where the object had exploded. The face was huge. It filled an entire third of my field of vision on the left side, from top to bottom, while the other objects took up maybe a 10th. As the face extended out to the right it developed into something that looked similar to a snout, and when its mouth opened I saw unusually long canine like fangs. The second that it slammed its mouth shut it too disappeared and the visions began another repeat performance.
August 14, 2003
I went to bed at 9:00 PM, and my wife had stayed up to watch TV. I had just finished my nightly prayers and rolled onto my right side when it felt like something had jumped onto the foot of the bed on my wife's side. I looked back over my left shoulder to see what was going on, but nothing was there, and that was not much of a surprise since we didn't have any pets. I laid my head back on the pillow and as soon as I did I felt hesitant footsteps come toward me from the spot where I had felt the "thump". I did not look back again, but I was not afraid. I was very interested in knowing what would happen next.
The movement stopped somewhere near the center of my back, and a few seconds later I felt this warm pressure on the lower part of my left leg, which went from my ankle to a couple of inches below my knee. At first the pressure was light, and as time passed by it got heavier and heavier, but not uncomfortably so. I could feel whatever it was move occasionally, and sometimes it seemed that I could feel it breathing. After a while I felt the pressure on my right leg also, and I developed the distinct impression that it was a large dog curled up on my legs. Then I began to hope that my wife would come to bed soon. I wanted to describe to her everything that I was experiencing before it stopped.
At 10:00 PM I heard her coming up the stairs, and I had not moved very much during the hour that had passed by, simply because I was afraid that whatever was on me would go away if I did. As soon as my wife walked into the bedroom I told her what had been going on. She went over to the foot of the bed and ran her hand up over my legs, from my feet to my knees, approximately two inches above the covers. Whatever it was that had settled on me immediately disappeared.
I quickly fell asleep and at 11:00 PM something jabbed into my abdomen just below my rib cage on the right side. It felt like rigidly extended fingers, and it instantly brought me out of a very deep sleep to a wide awake state of awareness. It was a very hard and fast push, and it felt like it was trying to penetrate all the way to my back. The air was involuntarily forced out of my lungs, and I heard myself make a loud hmfffffff. The sound woke my wife and she bolted to a sitting position, instantly asking me if I was okay. As quick as the event began, it ended, and we fell right back to sleep, which is highly unusual for both of us. If something suddenly wakes us, we usually have a very difficult time getting back to sleep.
The very next night I felt the same pressure on my lower legs and ankles once again, and I felt the same warmth and movements. As with the night before, the pressure started on the left leg first, and then after a while I could feel it on my right leg also. Neither my wife nor I felt it jump on the bed as I had the night before. I began to describe to my wife the movements and degree of heaviness that I felt on me, and she got the impression that I was complaining about it. So she said, "Why don't you tell it to go away?"
I let her know that I didn't want that to happen, and I emptied my mind in an attempt to communicate with whatever it was. I don't know how long it stayed this time. I fell asleep and when I woke at midnight it was gone. I had expected to be rudely awakened again with a sharp jab in the stomach, but that did not happen.
This presence comes regularly, but not every night. Even if I'm in bed alone I no longer feel it jump on the bed. It's like something out of the clear blue gently settles first on my left lower leg and ankle, and after a while I also feel the pressure and warmth on my right leg, and it's always in the same spot on each leg. Every single time after I feel the initial weight on me, the pressure keeps getting heavier until it reaches a certain level of heaviness, which is always the same, and then it doesn't change until I move.
Shortly after we went to bed on August 18th, I told my wife that the entity was back, and when I told her that the pressure had reached its final stage, she grabbed the covers, pulled them taunt and jerked them up. I was amazed when I felt them come up off my entire body, but the pressure and warmth on my legs and ankles never changed one bit. It was like the covers simply passed right through the entity that was on me. Once I felt the covers settle back onto me I tried emptying my mind to communicate with it again, but I was very tired and soon fell asleep. When I woke up some time later, it was gone.
It is now August 24th, and the presence has been with me almost every night since the 18th, and one night it was on me two times, at 9:00 PM, and again at 3:30 AM. I still have had no luck in trying to communicate with it.
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It is now April 17, 2004, and the visitor has been coming to me almost every night since August 14th, 2003, and sometimes it's several visits in one night. It does not matter where I'm located; the visitor still comes to me. Although I must say that it is not as frequent while I'm traveling across country. Over time I have been able to determine that there are several entities that are coming to visit with me, and I now know that what I had once thought was one entity settling on my left leg, and then eventually onto my right, is actually two entities. The one entity that comes to visit with me almost every night always settles on my lower left leg, but most often these days, I feel no pressure or warmth on my right leg.
For a while I had as many as four entities visiting me at the same time. I would always feel the pressure and warmth on my lower left leg first, then on my right leg, then on my left shoulder and upper arm, and then I would feel something snuggle up next to my upper stomach and lower rib cage. For a while I had all four visitors on a regular basis, but for the past several weeks it has only been on my lower left leg, and my wife and I have named this visitor, "Asim", which is Egyptian for "Protector".
There were several other times that I was jabbed in my right side just below the rib cage, exactly in the same place as I was jabbed that night when Asim first made himself known. However the jabs weren't nearly as severe as the first one was, but they were adequate to make me grunt loud enough to wake up my wife each time.
August 25, 2003
Wheel of Fortune had been on for about five minutes (It started at 7:00 PM) when I saw a white bird somewhat larger than a Blue Jay fly across the patio sliding glass doors, from one side to the other. It was so close to the door that it looked like its wings touched the glass from time to time as it made its journey back and forth across the width of the doors, and it remained just about half way between the top and the bottom during the whole time.
The bird settled down on the patio a few times in front of the doors, but only for a few seconds before it began its ritual once again. Most of the time it flew the same pattern back and forth across the middle of the doors, but there were two exceptions. Twice it flew to the top of the door as it approached the middle column, but it would quickly swoop back down to the middle, and resume its side-to-side ritual.
My curiosity got the best of me. I got up from my chair, walked over to the doorway and stood in the middle of it about a foot away from the glass. Almost the moment that I stood in front of the door, the bird stopped its side-to-side motion and flew up and down the full length of my body. And it did not fly up and down just once, it was several times, and I was so transfixed by what it was doing, I do not recall how many.
I started to slide the door open to let the bird in, but my wife screamed at me, “DON’T!” She does not like birds (I do), and she did not want it flying around the inside of the house. I stood back toward the center of the doors and the bird resumed flying up and down the full length of my body.
Curiosity got the best of me once again and I decided to see if the bird would fly away if I stepped out onto the patio, but it did not. It settled down on the white deck about 12 feet away, right near our table and chairs. I walked toward the table and the bird kept its distance from me (about 4 feet) as it walked slowly toward the pool, but it was very obvious to me that the bird was not afraid. I pulled out a chair and sat down to see what it might do next. After several seconds went by the bird walked over toward the pool cover stand and stepped behind the leg closest to it. What it did next really stunned me … it played peek-a-boo with me from behind the pool cover stand leg. The whole time that I remained sitting at the table, it kept looking around the stand leg at me, and then duck back behind it. This went on for 2 to 3 minutes before I made up my mind to get up and walk toward the bird to see if it would let me get any closer than it did before. I’ve never seen this behavior demonstrated by a wild bird before, and since the bird was not intent on flying away.
I talked to the bird in a soft soothing voice as I walked toward it, but it still wouldn’t let me get closer than 4 feet. I don’t know how long I was out on the patio, but after a while I went back into the house to watch TV with my wife. There were several other instances that evening that I thought I saw a flash of white flying from side to side along the sliding doors. However, by then the sun had gone down, and when I looked at the door I saw nothing but the darkness.
Early the next morning I went outside to see if the bird was still around. I walked over to the shed where I had last seen it, and there were a few small white feathers on the ground. The first thought that came to mind was, “The cat next door must have gotten the bird sometime during the night.” But then I wondered why would it stay in the same spot where I had last seen it when it could fly to roost in a safer place wherever it wanted.
I decided to check the pool skimmer basket before I went back into the house, and I'm not sure why because I don't normally do that unless it had been windy the day and night before. It hadn't been windy. When I pulled up the lid my heart sank into the pit of my stomach as a lump quickly developed in my throat. The white bird was floating at the top of the basket and its left eye was open, giving me the feeling that it was looking directly at me. I felt a great deal of guilt because I did not let the bird into the house, and I blamed myself for its death.
This event may seem like a mystery, it's not. That bird did not have to stay on the ground in our yard, there were many places it could have gone to roost for the night. With that said, I want to share something with you that is a link to its behavior. After I felt the footsteps on the bed the night of August 14th, and the ensuing pressure on my lower legs and ankles, I told several spiritual people that I respect about the experience. One said that they believed the entity that was coming to me almost nightly had been sent to heal me, and another confirmed that statement. Yet another said that it was sent to me because I had asked for guidance, and it was there to do just that. Then others said that they were not sure about its intentions, but whatever they were, it should have asked my permission before settling on me.
I tried to communicate with the entity and I asked it several times if God had sent it to me. After I asked the question I waited for an answer, and when I didn’t get one I would raise my frequency to a higher level and ask the question again. I did this several times before I heard something in my head say, "God sent me to you." Then I asked several times why it was here, again raising my frequency each time until I thought I heard it say, “To heal you”. Then I asked several times why it did not ask my permission, and I heard something more than once that I did not understand, so I kept asking, but I never heard any words that I could clearly understand.
I became very confused, and concerned. I decided to ask Jesus Christ for guidance and prayed: “Dear Lord Jesus Christ. Is the pressure that I am feeling on me sent to me by God to heal and help me?” I said the same prayer for five days, and when I still did not hear or feel an answer, I changed my prayer and asked Jesus Christ: "Dear Lord, since I cannot seem to be able to perceive or hear an answer to my prayer, please send me a sign to let me know that the presence that I have been feeling on me almost every night, and sometimes two or three times in one night, was sent by God to help me, and that it is working through His master plan."
The white bird appeared on the third day after I began saying the second nightly prayer. I’m positive that the bird was the sign that I had been praying for, but for those of you whom are rationalizing doubters, think about this: Why did this bird choose MY backyard and fly back and forth across the width of the patio door? Why did it stop flying from one side to the other side and fly up and down the full length of my body when I walked up to the door? Why didn’t it fly away when I went outside? And one final thought that you should take into consideration … why did it choose to remain in our yard?
