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Many of us at some time in our life experience things beyond the normal. For most people it means very little. The sighting of a ufo they may have seen will crop up in conversation once in a blue moon ect. For other people however, those perhaps who think a little deeper than TV soaps and fast food. It has great meaning even if the understanding of it all is still beyond our grasp.
30/12/206
Visions..R..They..phrofecy..R..They..Ilusinations
What do you believe.
27/12/06 The season is winter and the earth is gripped in its chill. Ice holds the roads and all that is green turns silver. A moon appears in the night sky big and full. But not the one we are used to seeing. This moon slowly moves through the sky like a roaming giant. Without warning another appears as big as the first, then a third and a forth. What do they mean?
A huge bridge in America rocks and sways through the eyes of a subconscious mind. Like a movie the images flash in front of eyes. Delivering a message but how do we open it ? 27/12/06
The light
In late 205 Mrs Jones aged 61was busy getting on with life. Mostly looking after her husband who had dementue.They lead a quite life for most of the time visited occasionally by children and grandchildren. She had, to the best of my knowledge no interest in ufos or the paranormal. When one of her children visited her she was surprised by the story her mother told. Her mother went of to tell her about a strange light that suddenly appeared in the room in front of her and her husband. She says it was a bright white light and that it frightened her. She went into the hallway and it followed her. From there she went upstairs and it still followed her. She says she was constantly telling it she was not ready to go? [It suggests to me that some form of communication took place] She was very unnerved and puzzled by the encounter. I cannot add anything more than this. A few weeks past in between seeing the light and telling the story to her daughter. Life most probably went on as normal.
A short time after this concerned neighbors called the police when the lady in question was not seen for a few days. When they entered the property they found her upstairs in bed, she had been dead a few days. After weeks of intensive investigation the cause of death could not be established. The encounter with the light weeks before may have been nothing to do with this, I suppose we will never know.
An Odd Dream ?
Picture if you can an old farm house, fields, emptiness sunshine and silence. What could be better on a summers day. The location Rudston in east yorkshire.
Jane and Steve finished their meal and went to watch a movie before going to bed. It had been a long lazy day. A nice day to be out and about on a farm. The pair were at the time aged 20 and 18 and despite Jane's youth i don't believe she was into making up what she told me when we met a few months ago. They went to bed around 11.30, around 3am Jane awoke with a jolt. Disturbed as Steve shouted out in his sleep. She told me she thought he was in pain. He was talking gibberish and seemed to be pleading in his sleep. At once she felt uneasy and froze in the darkness sensing another presence in the room. She says she felt unable to move and strained her eyes to the far corners of the room. Below the window she saw a wooden box, a sort of chest and too tall robed figures stood beside it. She says a much smaller, almost dwarf or child like being stood between them. It was pouring a bright green liquid into another container. She was terrified and felt like she dare not even breath as the fear over took her She could not see faces beneath the hoods but knew the figures had some how sensed she was watching them. They turned and the smaller one moved towards the bed. Jane closed her eyes tight and lay in fear. It seemed like forever, it may only have been minuets. Jane slowly opened her eyes. The strange beings had gone. Its hard thing to comprehend, Jane is sure she awoke and saw the beings in the room. Yet at the same time its seems so bizarre to her that she questions it.
Do You believe in Angels
It was around 1am when the phone rang down stairs, Paul ignored it. It went again , and again, and again. I have to get up were my words to my wife as i eased out of bed and went down stairs. I some how knew this phone was not going to let me off the hook. On approaching the room door it rang again. I picked up the receiver and said hello.
" Its Nurse........from kent ward at bridlington hospital. You have to come now, right now your father is very very ill."
I dropped the phone and gathered my keys and was out of the house in less than a minuet. On route to the hospital. i picked up mum. She had been informed before me and was ready and waiting. To say she was frightened would have been an understatement.
My father has been ill for over 3 years now. He does not eat. Not in the way we do. He has a peg that tube feeds a liquid nutrient directly into his stomach. He has oxygen piped around every part or his home and cannot walk more than10 feet without needing it.
For the past3 years his life has been like walking down steps. First it was 6 months at home then 2 weeks in Kent ward progressing to 3 months and 2 weeks. Then to a month, to now. 2 weeks at home 2 weeks in. You get the picture I am sure.
Back to 1am 7/11/05
We arrived at Bridlington hospital. and entered though accident and emergency, they were expecting us. The hospital. is closed during the night ? On arrival to the ward Dr..... and a junior doctor asked us into a side room. We were offered seats and their in the early hours told that my father, dad would not make it through the night. I thought i would be strong, i was gutted.
We were taken through the dim corridor into the low light of a side room where dad lay, his throat moving up and down as though a child's balloon was being squeezed from one end to the other. They had done all that could be done and now only time could no the out come. I must admit i felt sure this day was to be the day i had been dreading for the past 3 years. Monitors showed his oxygen saturation levels to be at 70%.
I sat opposite mum ether side of the bed watching the tortured, that's the only way i can describe it.
I asked for his suffering to end, i wanted it to end. If it meant death then i wanted it for him.
Now i am willing to share what i experienced next but at the same time care less if i am believed or not. For some reason i became aware of a flickering sensation of light to my left hand side. I turned but saw nothing. I also thought nothing of it. May be an hour passed and i still watched his suffering . For the second time i thought i saw a light to my left. I turned sure i caught glimpse of the light flickering right beside my left ear. I looked at mum. She had a puzzled look on her face and gave me an odd look. I said nothing. I found myself looking to my left hand side one more time during the night. How ever dads illness quickly made me forget anything that had happened during the night. As the hours passed his oxygen levels slowly began to rise until they reached about 90%. he was even able to mutter gargled words in between gulps of oxygen piped through the mask on his face. We went home about 7.30 am. I took mum home to ours and could relax a little.
Later that day whilst sat talking about the trauma of the night i asked mum why she was looking so puzzled during the night. At first she did not have any idea what i was talking about and i explained about her looking over in my direction and sort of squinting as though she could see some thing.
"You will not belive it Paul" believe what i asked. "thought i saw a wing flickering in a sort of milky white light" What inside the room. "yes beside you"
Drops of light
They can happen at any given time and im sure if a person thinks hard and long enough they will at some time in there life have seen at least one. I'm referring to the time when you open a door into a dark room and in the blink of an eye a white flash of light drops to the floor and vanishes. The mind playing tricks may be. But i have spoken to numerous people who have experienced this strange phenomenon. We used to be sat watching tv and suddenly a streak of silver light would drop from ceiling to floor and vanish. Now if it was only me that was seeing them i would have been worried. How ever others sat in the room at the time have seen them also. So what are they. One of my girls says she sees one often in her room. And my wife who i have to say has no interest in ufos or the paranormal has seen them. She just shrugs her shoulders, may be contemplates for a few moments then gets on with her life. Like the other 99.9% of the population does. I have to admit to having no idea as to what they could be, but i would be very interested to here other views, if any on this odd phenomena
The Old Blacksmiths building Church Street Mexbrough 1969
As a small boy of about 6 years i lived in a village just out side of a little town called mexbrough. The village had no bus route at that time and my mother would walk the 2 miles from the village of old Denaby into town. As usual i would be dragging my heels and kicking leaves. Finding the walk exhausting as small boys do. It was a journey i had done many times and at 6 years of age it seemed like an eternety.On this particular day i jumped onto the large stones jutting out from the disused blacksmiths workshop on church street. There were about 4 of them at various heights and i would move from one to the other.
The building was quite large and made of sand stone, with 2 big green wooden doors that were securely padlocked. It had a small window at the side of the doors of about 4ft by 4ft that contained about 12 small panes of dirty cobwebbed glass. This window was partly boarded up because the building had not been used for many years. That's why the little boy was amazed when he peeped though the glass to look within. Inside was a large square of orange glowing coals, and in the far corner an old dark green leather sofa with an even older silver haired woman stood beside it. She turned instantly and made eye contact with me. By now I was shouting my mum to come and look but as usual she just carried on walking. The old lady walked to the window and seemed to study me for a few seconds, moments later my moms voice filled my ears telling me to hurry up as i was falling behind.
The old lady was in the blacksmiths. Why i will never know, that brief encounter has stayed with me to this day
I never stopped talking about it to my mum all the way through her shopping trip to mexbrough On the way back i could not contain myself and ran as fast as i could to the stones jutting out from the front of the blacksmiths. I looked through the window, the workshop was completely empty.
Old Denaby 1968
It was in the village of old denaby [south yorkshire] that a small boy named Peter Good lived out his child hood. This was for the most part a happy time for Peter with hot long summer days spent playing with friends that would form memories for the rest of his life. Except for the nights. This is where many of peters memories still linger to this day. Peter tells me of many sleepless nights where voices spoke to him in strange tongues. He says it was as if the voice, or voices were so close that they were sat on his shoulder. Peter now in his 40s can still recall the nights of fear as though they were only yesterday.
He tells me of screaming so loud yet not being able to force out any sound from his mouth. Some times the voices would be in a slow motion that drowned on totally ignoring his tears. To peter this experience was very very real. He struggles to understand why he can still recall these memories so vividly, if as some would suggest. They were only bad dreams and a product of an over active imagination why does he still believe they were real..
He also has memories of waking in the very early hours and seeing a small almost transparent being sat watching him. The closest he could get to describing the being is that he was the colour of frost upon a window pane. And for some reason he felt it was a [He] He says it would sometimes be sat on his pillow, sometimes beside the bed or on top of his small wardrobe. Peter experienced no fear when he woke and saw the little frosty colour being watching him in the night. He says he dose not recall it having any clothes as such and he thinks it had a small slit opening where the mouth was. Its eyes were dark but not large, almost chinese in shape.But it did seem to be swirling with a sparkling energy. Like the voices Peter has no idea who or what the sparking being meant. Even his closest friends no nothing of these childhood encounters and to the world at large peter is a very well adjusted man with his own busy company and a wife and children.
So what place would these memories and experiences have in the life of Peter Good today if they were not very real. He tells me there is not one day that passes that he dose not think of these things in some way. Although he feels no urge to share these thoughts with any one else. Not even his wife.
So if peter is lieing...Then for what reason.
If he is saying this for attention....Why only tell a few people.
What would he have to gain from this ? Nothing is my guess.
This web site tells a little of his story but gives nothing more.
The question is. Did Peter Good have a life changing experience as a small boy in the south yorkshire village of Old Denaby .
Updated 27/3/206
Peter has now told me more, he says that some times he would awake with a feeling of being in a stare of what he calls super awareness. As if he was floating and that his entire being was in a dream like state, yet he says he was not dreaming. He talks of seeing huge eyes looking at him whilst in this state. Eyes that were so big that all he could see was an eye. I don't ask you to make sense of this, just contemplate for a few moments the idea that Peters experience could have been very real.
I think he did 21/10/05
The strange conversation
John Butler was i believe head of the litery department at sheffield university in the 1980s. I would consider him to be a very reliable source of information and above all a very genuine man. There for when speaking with him some 15 years ago i was intrigued to here of an odd encounter that he had whilst visiting a friend.
John told me of the time he called at a friends house some years before. He said it was not unusual for him to just open the door and let himself in, in those days people were brave enough not to locker there doors for fear of intruders. On this occasion to his surprise a strange man was seated at the kitchen table. He says he was old, in his late 70s and dressed in odd clothes, and that his eyes seemed to see right through him. They nodded and said hello. John sat opposite and they struck up a conversation. Oddly enough it was not about anything relating to why he was there, or of any thing of importance for that matter. He thinks he spoke with the strange old man for about 20 minuets or so. Until his friend was heard entering the house. John turned away to greet his friend. when he turned back the old man had gone.
Now that's an odd story.
The first Sighting
FROM MICHAEL RUTHERFORD MY LIGHT BEING EXPERIENCE AND MY FIRST UFO SIGHTING
My first ufo sighting was around the age of about 7 or 8. I can see the object now in my mind. Me and my father were looking over the fields towards mexbrough . It was night time and all the light were glowing in the town about 3 miles away from where me and dad sat. My Bedroom. Further away than that is a place called West Melton. It is on high ground and in the moon light you can see the out line of all the trees on the edge of Melton wood. I remember dad pointing out to me this large white round ball of light about the tree line. He had no idea what it was and it was moving ever so slowly over the tree tops. From what i can remember it was very big, I thought it was the moon. Dad said the only thing he could think it was , was a weather balloon. I continued to move slowly through the sky eventually reaching Mexbrough. Me and dad watched it travel the full length of the town and gradually fade away. It could well have been a weather balloon and at 8 years old i was in no position to say other wise.
THE LIGHT BEING
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It was on the July 20th 2004 that I had an experience which involved seeing
(what I now believe) was a "light being."
I had gone to bed and my wife was sleeping on my right side. I fell asleep.
I was suddenly awoken by a very strong presence in my bedroom. I looked
and to my left appeared this " being" which was glowing a "gold yellow"
colour. I tried to wake up my wife, but I could not arouse her. I shook
her, but she still would not wake up.
By this time I was very scared, I could feel my adrenaline was rushing. The
light being figure started to walk towards me or drift towards me - I can't
remember how it moved, but it did. As it came towards me, I remembered what
Mary Rodwell had said to me. To try to be be at peace with your fears and
try to talk to them and ask them about why they are there.
As I did this " the being" came closer. I then blacked out and didn't
remember anything else until the next morning. I wasn't aware of any "time
anomaly. But there could have been one
Now it doesn't scare me so much because I know I can email Mary if I need
to. She helps with support and advice. I also write down any strange
expediencies as they happen. They may not make sense now, but in the future
I feel sure they will.
I would like other experiencers to contact me - my email address is:
michael.rutherford1@ntlworld.com
My web address is :
http://www.the-ufo-alien-abduction-info-site.freeservers.com/Welcome.htm
I would also like to mention Mary's book AWAKENING which has been a God send
to me. It has information and strategies to help you cope and to be at peace
with these expediencies, as hard as it is, I know from my own experiences
how hard it can be.
Michael Ruthurford
(UK) September 2004
This particular experience occurred about nine years ago. I had just
left my girlfriend’s around 8.30pm. I turned around a corner and saw a cigar
shaped UFO, which was hovering above a group of trees in Parslows Park in
Dagenham, Essex, UK.
I approached the trees in order to get a closer look at the UFO. Upon
nearing the site, I suddenly became very disorientated. I then realized I
was walking in the opposite direction of the trees, feeling somewhat dizzy
and confused.
I eventually arrived at my house around 9.15pm. The trip from my
girlfriend’s house to my house usually took about 15 minutes, but this night
it had taken me 45 minutes.
When I arrived home, my mum was at the doorstep asking me where had I been.
I was most puzzled by the time I had arrived home.
In the months that followed, I had some very bad nose bleeds and vivid
nightmares about strange beings examining me. The beings were always in
shadows and I could only see the shapes of their heads, but without
features.
It was following these incidents that I started to seek help. I had
previously heard about Mary Rodwell of ACERN in Australia, so I decided to
contact her for some guidance.
I am so thankful that I had contacted Mary, as she has been an enormous help
to me in understanding my experiences. Thanks to Mary, I realize that I am
not alone and that I am not crazy.
I have since learned to communicate on another level with these beings. I
know that they can hear me when I communicate with them. I also meditate on
a regular basis, which clears the soul and gives me greater understanding on
what I am experiencing.
Once, when writing my journal on my experiences, I had a strong inclination
to look up. When I did, I saw high up in the sky a dumbbell shaped UFO. I
then had a clear thought, which I feel came from the UFO, saying that what I
had been writing was true.
A friend of mine also saw this object over in central London, which is not
that far from where I was. This gave me more proof of my contact
experiences.