Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Personal Visits From Beyond

  I want to first of all state emphatically that I do not presume to possess any psychic ability. However, things have happened to me as early as 11 years old that defy logical explanation. My first experience with the other world happened, as I said, when I was 11 years old. I come from a family of 5 kids. There are only 4 of us left after the passing of my brother in 1989. My first other world, I say this because it cannot be explained in the world we live in, experience happened in 1969 at the age of eleven. My three brothers and I were walking across the field to catch the school bus. I had a younger sister, that was three years old, and my Mother at our home on that morning. As my three brothers and I were waiting on the bus I was overcome with a strong sense of doom. At that age I had no understanding of my exact feelings I just knew that I needed to go back home. It was like a voice inside my head that told me what I had to do. It was so strong I knew I had to go back. After some threats and warnings of a butt whipping from my brothers I turned and headed back home. Half way home the bus stopped to pick up my brothers and away it went. I walked into the house and immediately began trying to answer my Moms questions and give her a viable reason that I chose not to go to school. For fear of sounding crazy I did not tell my Mom of the overwhelming feeling I had and the voice inside my head telling me to go home. My Mom had no way to take me to school because we owned one vehicle that was in use at that time by my Dad and his job. After my mom settled down my sister and I began to watch TV. She was the only one glad that I skipped school, at that time. I was a little edgy because I seemed to be waiting for the reason I was told to come home. I did not have to wait very long. I went to ask my Mom something and found her on the floor in her bedroom, lying on her back clutching her chest. She was in so much distress that she could not talk. I immediately ran to the phone to call the plant where my Dad worked. The plant operator, after I told her that I needed Charles Riley and it was an emergency, she asked me what extension. We had the phone number of where my Dad worked and other important numbers in a place that all of us knew. The one thing that I did not know was the extension of his department. When the operator asked, without hesitation, I told her extension 36. My Dad was immediately on the phone and after telling him the situation he and an ambulance arrived at about the same time. The next day my Mother was in Birmingham having quadruple bypass heart surgery. There is not a doubt in my mind that if I had not been there my Mom would have died. That is a lot for an eleven year old to grasp. I told mt Dad why I was at home when I should have been at school. He told me that God used me to save my Mom. That made it even harder for me to grasp. Why did he, if it was God, choose me. I believe in God, however, I do not think it was God telling me to go back home. It may have been a spiritual entity doing God's work. I do not know. I struggled with this for many years. I am definitely grateful that my Mom's life was spared but the lingering wonder of it all has never left me. I can't explain how an entity can put information into someones head to use for a specific purpose. That is exactly what happened. I cannot tell you, to this day, why me. It was the beginning of some more other world experiences. Some of them were good and some were evil. I wish it was not me.      theblogmeister

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