You were right to ultimately conclude that it was not Jesus, but it was something that a true psychic channeler would know very well. There are fake channelers too who are not connected to the spirit world.
For every real thing that exists in this world, there are hucksters out there dealing in fakes. Jeff -----Original Message----- From: OrionWorks - Steven Vincent Johnson [mailto:orionwo...@charter.net] Sent: Tuesday, August 04, 2009 9:57 PM To: vortex-l@eskimo.com Subject: RE: [Vo]:OT: The Abduction Paradigm Terry sez: > Absolutely one of the best descriptions of sudden self-actualization I > have ever read. I, too, experienced something similar at about 19 yrs > old. Actually, Terry, I have a confession to make. I must recount the true-story of a deeply buried memory. You be the judge! ;-) --------------------------------------------------- "STEVE'S NEAR-ABDUCTION EXPERIENCE" I must have been around six years old at the time. I was living in Taipei, Taiwan, attending 2nd grade at a Roman Catholic school. I recall each day as the buss took me into the school grounds it felt like I was entering "the compound". It was a place where penguins patrolled with absolute impunity. One eerie pre-dawn morning I woke startled. Something was not right! In front of me was a misty glowing undefined column of "something" hovering about a foot or two above my bed. It was Jesus! Had to be Jesus! I also knew that I didn't want Jesus hovering above my bed in the wee hours of a pre-dawn morning, so uninvited. I remember bolting upright and taking a solid swing through the ghostly column. I remember mentally shouting "GO AWAY!" It did. Vanished in a shrug. Never to be seen again. I recall enduring several bouts of dread and guilt for days afterward, realizing I had told Jesus to go away. However, with each subsequent day, combined with the fact I had yet to be cast into an eternal pit of fire and damnation, I guess I decided it was best to simply bury the memory within a dark fissure of my subconscious. Fast forward many decades later, I recall asking a psychic-channeler, a modern day shaman, about my childhood experience. She replied, matter of fact, "You told [us] to go away. [We] did." These days, I sometimes catch myself wishing that the misty column would come back some early morning in the pre-dawn hours and visit me again. Honest! I'm all better now! I won't take a swing at you! Not this time! But then it would be just like me to wake up in yet another semi-conscious stupor and take a swing at that damn alien. No fracking way I'm goina allow myself to be probed! Regards, Steven Vincent Johnson www.OrionWorks.com www.zazzle.com/orionworks
