Jehovah’s Witnesses

Jehovah’s Witnesses

God Can Use Anyone that allows themselves to be used for his purposes.

     I am convinced that God can use anyone, regardless of their religious beliefs, if they allow themselves to be used for God’s purposes.  Throughout the whole prison experience and even just prior, people of numerous faiths impacted my life in very positive and meaningful ways.

     I suppose I should back up a bit and provide some background.  Around 1999, Jehovah’s Witnesses used to come to my door almost every Saturday at 9AM.  At the time I tended to stay up late and sleep in Saturdays and so these visits were not particularly welcomed.  Finally, I told them I was Buddhist to get rid of them, and it worked.  They did not come anymore.

     Fast forward ten years.  It was March of 2009.  We had just had a winter storm dump a bunch of snow.  At 2AM, my wife and I decided to go down to Purple Dot in Chinatown and get some food.  It was 17 degrees out and there was 4-6 inches of fairly compacted snow on the streets.

     When we left, a homeless man approached us asking for money and I just freaked out and got in the car and drove off.  However, when I got home, I got to thinking, it’s 17°F outside, that man might freeze to death without food, and so I drove all the way back down and looked for him, but I could not find him.

     I drove back home and when I got home, now 4:30AM, I really felt bad.  I thought perhaps my fear and perhaps selfishness, may have cost someone their life.  I said a very simple prayer then, it was only this, “God there is something really wrong with my heart.  Please make my heart right.”  I knew there would be substantial pain involved but I did not want to continue living the way I was.

     At 10:30AM there was a knock on the door.  It was a couple of police detectives.  They asked about me and my relationship with my daughter, what I had done to her.  I answered as honestly as I could.  I did not remember much of it at the time, I had repressed much of it and only became aware of much of what I did during the time I was in therapy during my last year of prison.

     I know of other people who have committed heinous crimes who claimed they did not remember and others would say they were lying.  Perhaps, if they were sociopaths, but otherwise probably not.  When you do something terrible to someone you love, it is difficult reconcile and it is extremely painful, repression is a not uncommon mental and emotional defense system to be invoked.  It is bad though because if you do not remember what you did and the events that led up to it, it is difficult to prevent their reoccurrence.  When I entered therapy, memories of the events came back to me initially in dreams, and then upon waking I would realize that it had really happened.  It seemed like a nightmare that kept getting deeper and deeper.  Still I felt like I was getting my life back, it had logical continuity instead of big blocks of missing time and things started to make sense.

     My point here is this, don’t assume someone is lying when you don’t know, especially if their victim is a close relative, someone they love and care about even if they were completely incapable of expressing that love.  They may well have repressed the details of their crime.  I do not know if a polygraph would help in these situations where you can’t remember consciously but subconsciously the memories are preserved in vivid detail.

     I knew at that time that God was answering my prayer.  When you pray be careful what you ask for.  Still, I’m not sorry that I asked for this, in spite of the pain involved.  I’ll add, I know that I am a work in progress, but much work has been done.  I know it will take a lifetime commitment and a lifetime and I know that God will not abandon me half-way.

     I’m going to skip the details of all the court procedures and evaluations that were involved prior to actually entering a plea because they aren’t salient to this particular point.  After all of these procedures, the time was coming where I would have to go down and formally enter a plea, and since I was going to plead guilty, I knew I would be taken into custody at that point.

     Months before this point came, Romans 8:28 kept entering my life, on radio programs, films, commercials, just everywhere.  Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”  And I knew the meaning of this for me was that I had asked God to do something and it was his will to do it, and all of what I was going to be going through was for this purpose, his purpose.

     This kept showing up time and time again, and then on the evening before I was to go down and enter a plea and be taken into custody, Jehovah’s Witnesses came to my door.  And I allowed them to witness to me because at this point I was eager to hear God’s word, eager to know what he wanted me to do, and what was next.  Romans 8:28 came up in that conversation also but so did so much else that was so very relevant to my situation even though they did not know my situation, God, did and used them to talk to me.

     The entire time I was in King County prison, before I was sentenced and sent off to Washington State Prison’s intake facility at Shelton, the Jehovah’s Witnesses visited me weekly and those visits were a major part of what allowed me to survive mentally and certainly contributed much to my spiritual growth.

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Friday, December 8, 2006 (Re-posted because some turd hacked my WordPress site and deleted it.  Now have fail2ban hopefully will prevent a recurrence.)

UFO Encounter
I used to have a bedroom in the basement of my parents house, the rest of the family slept upstairs. There was a door leaving the basement so I could leave the house without coming upstairs.

I went to an elementary school about six blocks away. To the south of the school there was a large area surrounded by woods except for the fence and playground of the school to the north. The area was mostly bare, high clay content, not much in the way of soil, just exposed clay.

I need to preface this by saying I don’t know how much of this is a dream and how much was real, but there was physical evidence that I went somewhere which I will elaborate on later.

One night I found myself compelled to leave the house at 4 AM, and for some reason the idea of getting dressed and getting shoes on didn’t occur to me. I left the basement in my pajamas and barefoot and walked down to this clearing which was about four blocks away.

In the clearing there was a landed saucer. It looked similar to this one:

This one isn’t exactly like I saw but was one of the closest I was able to find on the net. The craft that I saw didn’t have the pronounced hump on top, it was more like a straight slope.

The craft had a opening with a ramp down to the ground. I couldn’t see anything inside the door from where I was.

For some reason, I had it in my mind that aliens had left the craft to explore the surrounding area and I had it in mind to enter it and see if I could figure out how to take off and steal their craft. Silly, I know but then I was ten years old and not in a normal state of mind.

As I approached the ramp, I saw a being on the left side of the entrance looking out at me. I was frightened at first, but then he motioned me in with a hand motion, like a human would motion. I refer to him as ‘he’ but in truth I don’t know what sex it was or if their race even has sexes.

I thought this was an opportunity of a lifetime, and if he wanted to take me forcibly he would anyway so there wasn’t anything to be gained by not entering, so I did.

Inside the craft was bare. No compartmentalization, just one big room. I’d guess it was around 25 feet in diameter. There was something that resembled a lectern, I don’t know what it’s function was, but that was the only thing that resembled furniture. No chairs, no visible storage facilities, no restroom facilities, no sleeping facilities, etc.

From this I concluded that this craft was intended for very short duration trips, much like an automobile. Either it was capable of traveling vast distances nearly instantaneously, or it was a shuttle of sorts and there was a mother ship nearby. I don’t have anyway of knowing which but I had the feeling the first situation is most likely.

Other than the lectern like piece of furniture or equipment, the only other thing in the craft was what appeared to be a glass tube about a foot inside the wall and about a foot off the floor that went around the inside circumference of the craft. The tube had a minor diameter of about four inches and appeared to be filled with mercury.

The ramp from outside actually came up to the opening about two feet above the floor of the craft and there was another short ramp inside leading down to the floor. The mercury filled glass tube went under this ramp at the entrance.

Just to the left of the entrance, there was what appeared to be two coils of copper enameled wire, about 16 gauge around the glass tube with spacers that looked like phenolic, like this:

===|+|+|===

Where the ‘===’ is the mercury filled glass tube, the ‘|’ the spacers, and the ‘+’ the coils of copper enameled wire.

The wire was connected to something that looked like an automotive battery except that it had only three cells and the inter-cell connectors were external.

There was no obvious control mechanism, but I got the feeling this device was responsible for the drive of the craft.

There was no obvious light source, it just seemed to come from nowhere.

The beings were different than any I’ve heard described. Physically, they were short, maybe 3-1/2 or 4 feet tall and thin. Their skin tone was not gray, it was closer to a light computer beige. Their eyes were not “bug eyes” like grays are described as having, but they were larger than human eyes. Their heads were disproportionately large for their bodies but not to a great extent. They wore a one piece jumpsuit that had an iridescent metallic dark green appearance.

Then I found myself at home in my bed with no knowledge of how I got from inside of the craft back home. My initial thought was that I had just dreamt the whole experience, however, the bottom of my pajamas were wet with clay.

Around my house there was thick topsoil, you’d have to dig down three or four feet into the ground to get to clay. That clearing next to the school was the only place I knew of in the area with exposed clay.

The following day I attempted to go back to the clearing to see if there was an impression where the craft had landed or other visual evidence, but there were bulldozers down there flattening the area and spreading soil for what was to become a park. So any evidence that had been present was covered or destroyed.

They also thinned the trees along the perimeter so that the area was visible to people surrounding it.

I had no history of sleep walking prior to or after this event. For some reason the next morning I also did not want my mother to know so I washed my pajamas myself to remove the clay.

I don’t know exactly how much of this is real, how much is dream, how much is a screen memory, etc. I have heard Whitley Strieber refer to his experiences as dream like, but other aspects of his experience are completely different than mine.

It was this experience that has made the subjects of UFOs, aliens, faster than light travel, time travel, and the paranormal in general interesting to me.

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