Things have been very active in our lives recently, after years of just very occasional strange events. A few weeks ago, I saw a UFO, a silver orb just as clear as you please in the early morning. A couple of days later, I discovered that 2 friends saw a series of orange orbs rising up out of Santa Monica Bay on that night or the next. Then there was a noisy visitation here last week which woke Anne up but left me with 2 hours of missing time.
Last night, Anne was awakened by a crash in the night. She couldn’t find anything wrong, but the next morning we discovered that the heavy glass sliding door that leads to our deck was off its rail, which has never happened before. The crash came from a plaque falling over on a bookcase in our den. Above that bookcase, hanging on the wall, is the oil painting of the ‘Communion face’ that was used as the cover of the original book. The painting was askew, as if somebody had grabbed it, then left it hanging off to one side.
We are constantly hearing breathing, sighs, taps, the sound of footsteps–it’s now very much like it was back when we had our old cabin in the late eighties.
This time, though, I’m not afraid at all, and neither is Anne. She’s not sleeping through everything, either, but rather hearing and noticing things. So far, no direct face-to-face exchanges, but I hope that will come, frankly.
This is a very sacred, intense time in our lives, and the deep holiness of love is very evident to both of use. We feel very blessed in our marriage, and in this extraordinary life we have been privileged to live, right on the frontier of the human future.
At present, the close encounter experience is ignored, scorned, laughed at and rejected, but, in fact, in the future it will come to the center of human life, and be recognized as the single most important human experience since man first looked up at the starry night in wonder.
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