>From Mr. Fink > 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
You mean it wasn't Jesus???? I guess that explains why I'm not burning in a pit of eternal fire and damnation. It was interesting visiting your perception of reality. I But like many vacation landscapes for which I have on occasion visited, while I enjoyed my brief stay it does not appear to be a location for which I would care to invest much psychic real estate in. But enuf about my "critique". As a polite vacationer visiting a stranger's land, it would be remiss of me not to express my thanks. I should also extend a little token of appreciation for your brief hospitality. My "gift" of appreciation is as follows - an eccentric comment of my own: The domains of Imagination and Logic are incredible traits for which we Homo Sapiens are trying our very best to learn how to handle. The trick seems to be to learn how to make such sentient traits serve our best interests, rather than we ending up serving their best interests. Regards, Steven Vincent Johnson www.OrionWorks.com www.zazzle.com/orionworks > --------------------------------------------------- > > "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
