What is the Phenomenon?

For my own selfish reasons, I’m aware that ‘The Others’ are here. However, I’d rather bury my head in the sand and pretend they’re not. Now 1, possibly 2 of my children are sensing it as well. I don’t want to get into what the it is because this story will just continue to drag on. The phenomena can present itself in multiple ways that are best described as poltergeist. I sense what they sense. I tell them, it is not real. How can it be? Now, what am I to do? We are just a regular hockey family living in a small town.

I want to live a good life, but you can’t unsee what you’ve seen, and you can’t unknow what you know.

The term “poltergeist” originates from the German language. It is derived from the German words “poltern” (to make noise) and “Geist” (ghost). Therefore, “poltergeist” translates to “noisy ghost” in English. And a noisy ghost is what we have and there is a trickster element to its behavior.

This takes me back to my childhood. After we had sold the farm and relocated to the city, my dad and I returned for a visit. I was about seven years old at the time, and the farm had new owners who had two children. The back room of the house featured a home bar and a family room.

As we made our way to the kitchen, I was the last one to exit the family room. I glanced back and was startled to see a floating ashtray filled with cigarette butts. The butts were scattered all over the room. I kept quiet, not wanting to be blamed for the mess.

We had all congregated in the kitchen when the mother returned to the family room. Upon seeing the disarray, she immediately scolded her children, who predictably denied any involvement.

I’m struggling to comprehend the link between the metallic-looking spheres on the farm, the abductions from my childhood, a close encounter with a UFO at age 18, a telepathic message received when I was 40, significant changes in the timeline, and the recent presence of ghostly noises and trickster behavior in our home. How could all these seemingly unrelated events be connected?

I understand that this all sounds incredible, even to me. I really don’t want to turn a UFO story into an Alien story and into a Ghost story. The ghost plays tricks on my son. Garbage from his garbage can will fall on top of his head. My wife finds quarters underneath things and in socks. We hear loud footsteps occasionally. However unbelievable it may seem, it’s the truth. Unfortunately, this true story will lose all credibility if I am discredited.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter to me whether people choose to believe me or not; their acceptance or denial doesn’t change a thing. I am not trying to convince anyone. There would be a cruelty in sharing my story with someone who is not ready to receive it. My story is meant for people who are searching for it. They know who they are.

I just want the full truth. There’s something fundamentally off that we cant have it. Why?

This matter extends beyond personal feelings or beliefs – it doesn’t pertain to only me, and frankly, I would prefer not to believe it myself. But if this proves to be true, the implications are profound. At the end of the day, truth remains truth, irrespective of personal perceptions or disbelief. The truth cannot be cloaked by falsehood, and a lie, no matter how artfully constructed, cannot usurp the place of truth.

An off world vessel full of blonde haired blue eyed children and the tall blonde haired blue eyed aliens – sounds unbelievable. What does this information actually do for you or me? I now feel like I have done my small part by sharing this information – but is this information good for you to know? I am not so sure that this makes your life any better. I am sorry if it has made it worse.

Before I was 40, I was quite content about letting these memories be forgotten. Posting this wasn’t my idea, and I didn’t have the option to abstain. The phenomena can be relentless. I appear to be a reluctant blonde-haired, blue-eyed messenger. My story, which is actually your story and the messages were not suppose to be kept a secret. Guided by my intuition, it became quite clear to me that I needed to post this by the end of 2022.

“It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.”

-Mark Twain

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