I do not write this to
discourage or encourage belief in what I am about to speak on.
Some people feel that it is better that some things go unknown
and not spoken of.
I can understand that train
of thought but what when the information that is silenced contains
information that could explain some of the so far inexplicable
portions of the phenomena of UFOs, Hauntings, Visitations, and
Demonic Encounters?
Even though this answer brings more information it brings with
it also, darker and far more disturbing questions.
I do not write this to mock or insult any one but to open their
minds to the fact that.......
There are Stranger things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamed
of in our philosophies.
Things that will come to feed once you have had a paranormal
encounter of any kind.
They will come to glut themselves on your terror after a encounter
with a ghost, a hostile entity, or the devil it self.
Saying that you had an encounter with Jesus Christ, an Ascended
Master, or a Light Being they will then come to feed off your
awe, wonder, inspiration, and adoration.
They will come in what form they may to get an emotional response
from you for they live on psychic energy, the energy of the Soul,
which as you know is that of emotion.
For give me of my rough edges, but my being a life long Experiencer,
I have encountered the real and the fake abductors, specters,
and UFOs.
Though they all fall in the realm we call the Paranormal they
all aren't always what they seem.
This is what brings about the confusion in the Alien Abduction
and the Spiritual Phenomena where there are those that say they
ended an abduction with a prayer, chant, mantra, or anti alien
oil.
The problem is some of the same phenomena occurs in hauntings,
and demonic attacks as does in alien abductions.
The person is rendered immobile by a force and is helpless until
it is over, except in some cases were they are able to cry out
a holy name, recite some mystical phrases, or just get mad as
hell cuss a blue streak, and in doing so brake free the binds
that are holding them.
I know this to be true for I have done all of the above at one
time or the other, but I know that this does not always work
and used to wonder how come it does at times and doesn't at others.
Those that research these things too have wondered the same.
I am not a researcher but an Experiencer and I have come to know
that though the same things happen they are not always perpetrated
by the same entities.
I have learned to differentiate between the false and the true
entities, but still admittedly it is hard to do.
The sad fact of it is the real ones you can not send away.
The false ones you can, with the saying of the name of Jesus,
or the Lords Prayer.
This can be done just as easily by the reciting of the words
of mother goose, or the ingredients of your favorite recipe,
or with the vigorous swinging of a broom stick, all are equally
potent against these false things.
I was taught to call them Nonts you may call them as you wish.
They are not evil or good but living non corporeal creatures
that live on energy of all types, but some seem to prefer psychic
energy more than others.
These creatures are some of the lights, and dark objects seen
hovering near or over electric power lines, and nuclear generators.
They have been seen darting into, out of, and about thunderheads.
They are sometimes seen over powerful natural formations and,
sacred sites.
They also appear just before and after earthquakes.
They have been photographed from their invisible state by Wilhelm
Reich, and Trevor James Constable, as they come to feast upon
the Orgone/Life Energy drawn in by their cloud busters.
They are also the Black Rods now being photographed about the
world.
Trevor James Constable called them Sky Creatures or Critters
for short.
They are abundant through out the universe and just as we designed
the shapes of our aircraft after birds, and our submarines mimic
the sleek forms of our sea life, alien cultures have used the
forms of these creatures to design their craft.
It is because they artificially produce and use the same energy
as do these creatures, and their crafts can duplicate the flight
of these creatures, one is often mistook for the other.
Just as we are not evil for eating chicken, beef, fish, pork,
or lamb these entities are not evil for eating what they eat.
Some vegetarians would differ with what I just said but think
about it vegetables are living things too, and just because we
can't hear them scream when they are uprooted and eaten, does
not mean they like being our food either.
It is my feeling that what is being sent away by some Experiencers
are these creatures for they can make you think it is more than
one entity.
I know this from a personal experience I had after my abduction
in 1991, the one that let me know that all the other ones were
real for they left physical evidence in the area I was taken
to.
I will speak of this later but for know I am going to focus on
the Nonts as I learned to call them.
I was awakened one night by what I call my Voice, or sometime
just "The Voice."
This is the Voice of a woman I met during my first conscience
abduction when I was six years old I have not seen her since
then but she has spoken and still speaks to me in my mind from
time to time.
That is all I will say about her at this point.
Now back to what I was writing about,
I was awakened by the Voice saying, "They are here!"
As I was coming out of my sleep I heard the scamper of what I
thought was the sound of three sets of foot falls rushing in
to my room.
In an instant I was seized and held down on my bed by what I
thought were three little men like creatures.
I could not look around for my head was being held in place by
what seemed to be small but strong hands on either side of it.
As I struggled the view of a bald domed cranium came into my
view from above me and horrified I called out as best I could
"Help, help!"
But I knew it was useless for my room mate Jaen Garcia had just
gotten married and moved out some months before, so there was
no one in the house to help me.
While I was trying to fight off my attackers The Voice spoke
in my head and said,
"Call Lady..."
Lady was my German shepherd but she was in heat and I had closed
the iron gate across my bedroom door for I did not want her to
mate with Shadow my wire hair pit bull terrier mix male that
was in the room with me.
I could hear him laying by my bed making those scratching sounds
and muted woofs dogs make when they are dreaming.
"What good will it do?" I asked in my mind,
"The gate is closed she can't get in."
"Call Lady..." the Voice said again.
I could not turn my head but I could move my eyes and I could
see Lady and her daughter Cyn laying under the dining table in
the other room.
My mouth was being held shut so I could not open it fully so
I tried to call her by her pet name "Baby."
"Babe! Babe!" was all I could get out.
She just lay there and looked fixedly at me as did Cyn but then
they slowly began to wag their tails, in sync no less, and as
they did their tails hit the floor.
It was not like dogs normally do it was very slow and rhythmic
like the beating of the drums done on the old slave ships where
the men were chained to the ores.
Boom...boom...boom.
"Now concentrate on the sound of their tails,"
The Voice said, "Concentrate on the sound their tails are
making."
I did as I was told and I could feel the hold weakening on me.
"Now," The Voice said, "look to the light, concentrate
on the light."
It was talking about the ceiling light in my room you see I am
48 years old and still sleep with the lights on, no I am not
afraid of the dark, I am just afraid of the things that sometimes
hide in it....
As I focused on the light the hold on me was broken and I sat
up.
The moment the hold was broken Lady, Cyn, and Shadow were able
to move again.
I got up and took them and my two Alaskan malamute and wolf mixes,
Luna, and Tica out into the backyard, not so much for a walk
but to get out of the house for now I did not want to go back
to bed.
As I sat out there in the blueness of approaching dawn I was
thinking,
"Here I am with five formidable dogs in the house and they
were useless against these damned aliens, they were just as helpless
as I was before them."
Then I thought,
"Yet how was it that just by listening to the sound of their
tails hitting the floor, and then concentrating on the light,
I was able to drive them off?"
It all made no sense to me, none at all.
I later told my older sister Theresa and my mother about this
visitation and some of the other ones where something I could
not see would come into the room and sit on the bed then mount
me as if it was a female or sometimes it would feel as if I was
being sodomize although I was laying on my back.
Them being Pentecostal, said to me the same thing,
"Butch you should just plead The Blood Of Jesus and that
will get it off of you.
Rebuke it in the name of Jesus Christ and send that demon back
to hell!"
I got the feeling they thought I was loosing touch with reality
for my younger brother and best friend Ralph had only died a
few months before.
But I knew that I used to experience these things as a child
too, and even had a ritual I'd do and a prayer I'd say when I
felt them about.
Back then though, I had thought they were what me and Ralph called
Dream Demons.
For we thought they had followed us back to our realm, from the
realm of dreams.
What else would you think when you start seeing the creatures
of what you are told by your parents were just nightmares suddenly
appearing before you when you are wide awake in the broad day
light?
Then I read Communion by Whitley Strieber and after hearing him
describe some of the very same creatures that not only Ralph
and I had experienced, but others of my family had experienced,
and then even vividly describing the very same scenarios that
we had been told were just bad dreams I started to think differently
about what the Dream Demons may have been.
I later read Budd Hopkins Missing Time and The visitors where
I first heard of screen memories, and I then began to wonder
if my mounting and pseudo anal rapes were screen memories of
Alien examinations.
When I tried to get Ralph and then my older brother Chuck to
read these books they could not finish them for fear that the
thought of knowing what they had thought were just dreams up
to then, were real, would drive them crazy, so for the first
time to my knowledge they both refused to read a book.
They both had stopped at the same point in Communion, unknown
to each other, that was when Whitney described the apple crunch
made by the probe as it was inserted into his nose.
Because I thought that the mountings and the anal penetrations
were just screen memories of simple alien examinations I began
to think maybe I should stop doing my rituals of protection when
I felt them around.
After all "They" are just trying to understand the
human being.
Don't we do the same thing to animals ourselves?
As long as they are not doing any serious injuries maybe I should
not fight them.
Soon after Ralph had died Current Affair aired a video tape of
a creature gliding by the window of a woman's home in Greenville
North Carolina as she was taping a cluster of UFOs passing over
it.
As soon as I saw it I recognized it as being one of the creatures/Dream
Demons me and Ralph had called a Window Peeper.
I was then convinced that I should no longer do my protection
rituals and so I stopped doing them.
Soon after that I started seeing UFOs over my home, now I had
sighted UFOs all my life as you know from some of my earlier
articles and have always been lucky enough, for the most part
to have other people around me to point them out to and verify
that the object I saw they also saw.
The year before that I had seen a UFO for the first time since
I moved out here into Brooklyn.
I am not a sports fan but I do know it was during the baseball
game for at that time Jaen was living here and he had monopolized
the TV all day watching it.
It may have been a double game for it was after night fall when
bored I went out to the store and was amazed at how empty the
streets were.
As I started up the block I heard a sound that sounded like fire
an electricity and looked up in time to see a flaming helicopter
falling toward me out of the East.
I froze in terror in the middle of the street and looked around
to see if any one else was going to get killed with me.
When I looked back up at my approaching death I saw it was not
a helicopter as I thought it was but it had made a right angle
turn and now was heading south and it had become two discs of
dimming and pulsing light.
When I came back from the store I tried to tell Jaen, but he
really paid it little mind and shhhhed me while keeping his eyes
glued on the game.
Soon after that Jean got married that year and moved out.
It was then I decided that was going to get some binoculars and
actively watch for UFOs.
After some incredible sightings, that I will write of at another
time, I thought I had to get a video camera to tape these things
but it was the early eighties and I had just got injured on my
job and was living on 60% of my salary so a cam corder was out
but I got a Bell Howell black and white camera which I hooked
up to my VCR with hopes that I could tape some of the amazing
things I was seeing out here.
It did not work for the cord was too short and I could not manipulate
it as needed.
Finally I won my disability case and received enough money to
get a cam corder and thanks to the help of The Voice that speaks
to me I was able to get some great shots of these objects.
Then one night after I had just gotten a good shot of a passing
UFO my dog Lady began to bark at something in the yard across
from ours.
East New York Brooklyn, the area I live in, was back then in
the middle of Drug Wars and so was a very dangerous area because
of the buying and selling of these drugs.
My backyard was a well traveled escape root back then, and so
I had to be alert to what was going on around me, that was why
I never set out back with out my dogs in the first place.
Eventually it became so dangerous that I did finally stop sitting
out back altogether and that ended my taping of these objects,
but that too is another story now back to the one at hand.
As soon as Lady started to bark I quickly looked in the direction
she was barking and saw what I first thought was a white sheet
blowing in the wind.
Then I noticed how sheer the material was I was looking at.
It was night time yet I could see right through it so much so
that I could distinguish each of the bricks in the wall of the
building behind it.
My next thought was when did my neighbors put up a clothes line,
and why in these days of electric dryers would they still use
one?
I looked up to see where it was strung from but saw that instead
of this sheet being hung on a clothes line it went up and took
on the form of a head on top of very broad shoulders.
This head and shoulders was up by the night light in the backyard
where the light hit it, it was solid and I could not see through
it.
It just looked like someone with a sheet contoured to fit over
their head and shoulders.
"Oh," I thought to myself "some one has seen me
out here with this camera every night, and has come out here
with a sheet over them trying to scare me."
Then I thought.
"Well what the hell are they standing on to get their head
up so high as to have their face right by that light like that?"
For the light had to be at least ten feet off the ground.
"They must be standing on a milk crate," I thought
and promptly looked down for the box but saw I could still see
through the sheer cloth but not as clearly as I did before.
In fact it was getting harder to see through as I was looking
at it, it was thickening like milk poured in to water or better
still like cigarette smoke filling in an enclosed area and I
could see no crate I looked up again to the head and it was still
featureless with out a trace of a face below its covers and I
looked back down and the clothe was still thicker and the thought,
"It's materializing!!!" shot like a lightening bolt
through me.
"Nobody can be that huge!!!" I said to myself "Why
is this thing so damned big?"
"Look who it's here to get." came my answer.
I raced inside and through the basement screaming in the most
masculine falsetto I could muster.
When I got to the upstairs door I realized I was one dog short.
Lady was not there I could hear her still barking at the thing
in the other yard out side.
I ran back down stairs to the backyard door and flung it open,
and with my eyes closed I called to her to come on inside.
I would not look at it for I knew if you look into their eyes
they could freeze you.
I called her but she continued to bark and I could hear the gravel
in the yard across from me crunching under the weight of this
thing as it moved about.
I called to her one last time "Baby!!!, if you don't come
now I am going to leave you!"
Then she stopped barking and ran inside I slammed the door and
returned to my apartment.
I honestly thought I had caught this thing on tape for I was
talking before she started barking but on the tape you just hear
me talking and then the tape jumps and you catch a flash of my
malamutes Luna's rear, as I am at the top of the basement stairs
and then it starts again as I am in my apartment babbling about
seeing " The Ghost Of Big Foot " as I called it.
That stopped me from going out into the backyard at night for
awhile...
Even in the day time the dogs stool would barely hit the ground
before they were being called back inside.
My house went crazy after that, lights and things turning themselves
off and on, things coming in and jumping on me in bed at night,
dark shadows moving through the apartment, light bulbs blowing
with a vengeance so to say.
So many strange entities started to appear in what was once Jaen's
bed room that to this day I call it The Guess Room, not, The
Guest Room, for you have to guess what you will walk in on when
you go in there, in fact today I only use it as a storage room.
I bought me a new color TV because I felt my old clunker not
being digital was not showing the things I taped over my backyard
clearly enough and had to return four different sets that one
week because each one would suddenly blow out.
That was when I told my sister Theresa what was going on and
she said to use The Blood Of Jesus on it.
When I one day caught this little night light I have in my kitchen
going off and on by itself I taped it and did as I was told to
do by my mother and sister.
I put the blood of Jesus on what ever it was that was doing it
and told it in the name of Jesus to leave my house as I did this
the light stopped its going on and off went out and has never
done this again.
However; that night as I loaded the tape into the VCR and was
watching it to see if I got the event on tape, which I did, the
moment that light went out on tape the new set turn it self off
and blew out making it the fifth that I had to return in a weeks
time.
After that I did finally start to go out side to tape again and
it was at this point they started to let me tape them in the
day time.
As I was taping the objects I felt they were saying that they
did not mean to frighten me and this was a form of an apology.
Another came when a very slow moving black UFO made an opening
in the clouds form into a huge red heart as it passed below it,
as if to say, "We love you from the bottom of our heart."
Then the cloud became an astonished face looking at the UFO as
it moves on.
I have all this on video tape so I can prove this did happen
incredible though it may seem.
Gradually my fear resided and I started to get bolder with dealing
with these objects and after shooting some of the best footage
I ever got of these things I showed them to my brother Mark who
said,
"You need to leave these things alone before they come down
and abduct your ass."
"Oh no," I said " I saw this thing on TV about
this woman who uses a flash light to signal them and they signal
back. I am going to try this now and see if it works."
Which it did, but I was so busy signaling with my flash light
that I forgot to take the lens cover off the camera and basically
all you see is a dark screen and hear my exclaims of joy at them
signaling back, then you hear me cussing and ranting, as I realize
I never took the cover off the cam corder then I say,
"Oh well one day I will have proof."
I was abducted that night by what looked to be shorter slimmer
versions of the thing that materialized in the backyard.
They were about seven feet tall, looked like cigarette smoke
in the form of thin humanoids with large heads.
I could see no features on them for to see them was as if you
were trying to look through a wall of heat.
They were very fast and strong to look so wispy.
I weighed 410 lbs. at that time and they lifted me by touching
what we would call their pointer finger to my elbow and I lifted
from my bed as if I was a helium balloon.
They then rushed me out of my room into the living room and then
into my foyer which now was just a wall of darkness.
For a second I was in a place with no ceiling walls or floors
that seemed to go on for ever in all directions then suddenly
I was in Lincoln Terrace Park three blocks away from my home
still in my under ware.
They were gone and I was chasing after my five dogs which were
loose and running all over the darkened park.
I was worried they would run into the street that cut through
it so I was trying to gather them.
When I finally did I knelled down to hug them and suddenly woke
up in my room it had been a dream.
I was so miffed at my brother Mark for saying that they were
going to abduct me and giving me that nightmare I decided to
go downtown to meet him for lunch.
As I stepped out of my house The Voice spoke in my head and said,
"Don't take the #3 today, (The number of the local subway),
walk to Utica and take the #4 from there." (The express
subway)
It was a nice day and because I could not stick to a diet I walked
anyway I decided to do so.
To get to Utica Avenue I had to walk through Lincoln Terrace
Park the way I'd normally go was the safest for that was where
the police would often park their cars and have their lunch,
but this time as I reached the park, The Voice said,
"Don't go that way, go this way, there's something for you."
I balked at the idea of going the way she was telling me to go
for it was away from the traveled path at this hour and so it
was dangerous, if I was mugged I'd not be found until people
started coming back from work for then this area became a short
cut for many of the people returning home.
She, the woman's voice insisted again,
"Don't go that way, go this way, there is something for
you."
I relented for I have grown to trust her/my Voice/The Voice and
went as I was directed to go.
While walking across the path worn in the big lawn she suddenly
said.
"Now look to your right."
I did and to my amazement were two rings, twenty one feet across
as I later measured them to be, where the grass seemed to have
been stripped away except for the triangle in the center of one
and a key shape in the other.
They were side by side but I could not stop to look at them for
as I said this was not a safe area to be in.
This was the lawn I was taken to in the dream where I first realized
my dogs were loose.
I continued a long the path and up the hill and she spoke again
and said,
"Now look to your left."
I did and saw the hillside under the trees were covered with
large circular scorch marks.
Then they seemed to be just random spots but when NYCMUFON investigated
they found them to be tripod markings...
In my dream from the night before, this is where I had been chasing
my dogs for most of the night.
Everywhere that I had stopped in that dream I now saw these markings.
I later came back when there were more people in the park to
tape these circles.
I realized then that I had been made to think I was chasing my
dogs as a method to get me to go along with my abductors rather
than to fight them I realized at that point too then if that
was not a dream I had that night then none of the other intense
vivid dreams that I had been having all my life were dreams either.
I was certain now that all my life I had been dealing with aliens
for now I had proof that those dreams, were no dreams.
Still if they were aliens I knew I'd need proof to that fact
so I decided to start video taping my self each night when I
went to bed.
These things seemed to start happening at about 2:00 in the morning
so I secreted a black and white camera amongst the books tapes
and TV set I had on the dresser in my room so that I could tape
me and see if I was dreaming that these things happened to me
or was I just sleep walking.
I ran a wire to what once was Ralphs Symphonic VCR in the living
room and programed it to come on and tape at the same time every
night.
It was these Night Watch tapes, as I called them, that taught
me what it was I was dealing with in some of the encounters I
had.
Before going to bed I started doing the ritual I use to do as
a child when I felt these things about just as for protection
for after the episode with the light in the kitchen I started
to think maybe I was dealing with two different type of things
aliens and something else that was similar to them like lightening
is similar to house hold electricity but not the same, one is
controlled, the other is not.
I then recited my invocation of protection and said that nothing
would be allowed to enter my home unless it identified itself
on my tapes, for again as I said in another of my articles I
have no problems with aliens taking sperm or DNA from me to use
to create other life forms for that may be how life is and was
started on other worlds and I believe ours too.
Then I went to bed and slept undisturbed for the night, which
in itself was a blessing for that was something I rarely did
then.
I got up the next morning and viewed the tape but saw nothing
that I thought was unusual except for points were the taped would
jump and make popping sounds VCRs were still kind of new back
then so I said they were just glitches then I remembered that
Ralphs' VCR could go frame by frame and said to myself maybe
that was the way I should try to view it.
The next time the tape popped I wound it back and ran it again
frame by frame and what I saw was that the pops were made as
something dark, yet still could be seen through, would come from
the right of the screen, from my left or the window in the bed
and try to settle on top of me, but would then raise up and move
on.
I could still see everything in the room but it would be in darkness.
It was not that the light was going out or that the camera was
cutting off for the picture never faded only darkened and the
darkness had a shaped to it.
It was kind of like an elongated/flattened out gumdrop or amoeba.
I knew I had caught one of them on tape and called the second
investigator of my case Sal Amendola and told him that I think
I had captured one of these things on tape though I was still
thinking it was an alien.
Sal came over and viewed the tape but said he could not pass
judgment on it and wanted to run it through his VCR which was
a much better make and model I reluctantly agreed and gave him
the tape and then set up a second Night Watch tape for the following
night, slept undisturbed through the night again and upon viewing
the tape the next day found the same thing had occurred repeatedly
during the night as I was sleeping, but this time there was something
new on the tape in the midst of the darkness a band of white
sound but in black as if a negative of white sound stretched
across the middle of the screen over my head in over laying the
black sound in white sound were what looked to be random letters.
I called Sal and said "Sal it happened again I got that
thing on my tape again, but this time there's something new there
seems to be letters on the tape."
Then Sal said in a rather matter of fact way,
" Posey, there were letters on that tape you gave me last
night too."
He told me that the letters "W... P... I... A," had
appeared in one of the frames in my fore nights tape and I asked
him what would cause that and he said that maybe it was a water
mark of some kind.
That made no sense to me for imagine you are taping your wedding
and suddenly your new wifes' face is covered with what seemed
to be the call letters of a radio station.
Sal agreed with me and said he did not know where to even go
to get an answer about this and left it there.
I however, could not leave it there for this had happened to
me and I wanted to know its meaning.
I wrote down the letters from the first tape and those from the
next nights tape and sat down to look at them then it hit me
may be they were anagrams.
I had earlier on bought a spell checker by Sharp but one of its
programs was a anagram game so I entered the letters w... p...
i...a.... and got back only two words,
I and paw.
I looked up the definitions of both words.
I, was obvious, as in this definition from the Merriam-Webster
dictionary:
I [2] (noun), plural Is or Is
First appeared 1539
: someone aware of possessing
a personal individuality: SELF
It was paws' definition that got me to finally see what was going
on.
The first meaning I thought of for paw was as Father.
Well me and Ralph always referred to the true GOD as our Father.
I knew that is wasn't saying that it was God so I tossed that
meaning out.
For I knew that, that which is the true GOD would not do the
things to me that this thing would do so I looked up the other
meanings
They are as follows these too are taken from the a fore mentioned
dictionary of Merriam-Webster:
paw [1] (noun)
[Middle English, from Middle French payee]
First appeared 14th Century
1 : the foot of a quadruped (as a lion or dog) that has claws; broadly : the foot of an animal
2 : a human hand esp. when large or clumsy
paw [2]
verb transitive
First appeared 15th Century
1 : to touch or strike at with a paw
2 : to feel or touch clumsily, rudely, or sexually
3 : to scrape or beat with or as if with a hoof
4 : to flail at or grab for wildly
verb intransitive
1 : to beat or scrape something with or as if with a hoof
2 : to touch or strike with a paw
3 : to feel or touch someone or something clumsily, rudely, or sexually
4 : to flail or grab wildly
Then I understood what
it was saying,
"I am that which feels, grabs, touches you so clumsily,
rudely, and sexually."
It had Identified itself as I had asked it to do the first night
I set up the camera.
I then turned to some of
the other letters I had copied down from the tape and ran them
through and the first of the second nights' scramblelations came
out.
"Me... Mow.... Mon..."
"Huh?" I said looking at these words.
Me, I understood but looked it up any way.
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
me (pronoun, objective case of I)
[Middle English, from Old English me; akin to Old High German mih me, Latin me, Greek me, Sanskrit ma]
usage Me is used in many
constructions where strict grammarians prescribe I. This usage
is not so much ungrammatical as indicative of the shrinking range
of the nominative form: me began to replace I sometime around
the 16th century largely because of the pressure of word order.
I is now chiefly used as the subject of an immediately following
verb. Me occurs in every other position: absolutely
But I had no idea of what
mow mon could mean or how they fit in.
So I looked these two words up not thinking I would find anything
with them that would apply.
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
mow [1] (noun)
[Middle English, heap, stack, from Old English muga; akin to Old Norse mugi heap]
First appeared before 12th Century
1 : a piled-up stack (as of hay or fodder); also : a pile of hay or grain in a barn
2 : the part of a barn where hay or straw is stored
mow [2] (verb) mowed; mowed or mown; mow*ing
[Middle English, from Old English mawan; akin to Old High German maen to mow, Latin metere to reap, mow, Greek aman]
verb transitive
First appeared before 12th Century
1 a : to cut down with a scythe or sickle or machine
b : to cut the standing herbage (as grass) of
2 a (1) : to kill or destroy
in great numbers or mercilessly
(2) : to cause to fall : KNOCK DOWN
b : to overcome swiftly and decisively : ROUT <~ed down the opposing team>
verb intransitive
: to cut down standing herbage (as grass)
-- mow*er (noun)
mow [3] (noun)
[Middle English mowe, from Middle French moue, of Germanic origin; akin to Middle Dutch mouwe protruding lip]
First appeared 14th Century
: GRIMACE
mow [4] (verb intransitive)
First appeared 15th Century
: to make grimaces
I then looked up mon and got'
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
mon
dialect chiefly British variant of MAN
Again I understood it.
"I knock you down
and make you grimaces (the pseudo sodomy ) but,
"Me mow mon" could also mean "I kill man!"
Above is one of the pages I used to write down the letters I found on my Night Watch Tapes, and the words my unit made out of them, please understand my unit put together these words not I.
As is obvious by my writing I was still very upset at the time I was writing this as you can also see there are many other things being said there than I have put down in this article.
At another time I may write
more of this but I think you get the idea of what I must have
felt like after reading these meanings.
My case then was also being investigated by another man from
N.Y.C.M.U.F.O.N he was the primary investigator a Mr. Phil Lord.
He then after hearing some of the things that were going on in
my home gave me a number to call and I did.
I thought it dealt with UFOs, it did to some extent.
All during our conversation I heard the sound of someone tinkering
on the phone line and I asked this gentlemen if there was some
one else there listening to our conversation and told him I didn't
mind it if there was, but he said he heard it too.
Then he asked me if I had some one on the phone listening and
also said that he did not mind if I did.
I said no and told him that I live alone and had five dogs, and
a cat so I knew there was no one in my home on the line.
Our conversation continued on, until I told him about my Night
Watch tapes and what had appeared on them.
He said I was doing the same thing as using an Ouija Board by
deciphering the letters left on my tape.
He said I was doing witchcraft and suddenly he started to shout
at me that I was being visited by Satans' hordes of hell for
that was what the aliens were and the only one that could save
me was Jesu.......
That second a loud screeching sound like the sound they used
to use on TV for the old emergency alerts during the fifties
blasted out over the phone and we were disconnected.
I called him back but got a busy signal and after several attempts
gave up then he called me and asked what happened he thought
I had just hang up on him.
We continued our conversation until he ask me if I knew the name
of the savior of the world.
I must have been too slow in answering him fore he began to shout
at me,
"Say it!... Say it!... Say his name!.... Say it!"
And so I said "JESUS!...... Get a life!"
I never called him back after that.
My next analogical translation from the Night Watch tapes was
my last one.
It was as the others were a long list of capital consonants and
vowels cross the screen all written one next to the other from
this I got things like.
I am malice, es me casa, I eat sole, I am hate.
Out of these I found "I eat sole." the most interesting
for sole means
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
sole [1] (noun)
[Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin solea sandal, a flatfish]
First appeared 13th Century
: any of various flatfishes (family Soleidae) having a small mouth, small or rudimentary fins, and small eyes placed close together and including superior food fishes (as the European Dover sole); also : any of various mostly market flatfishes (as lemon sole) of other families (as Pleuronectidae)
sole [2] (noun)
[Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin solea sandal; akin to Latin solum base, ground, soil]
First appeared 14th Century
1 a : the undersurface of a foot
b : the part of an item of footwear on which the sole rests and upon which the wearer treads
2 : the usu. flat or flattened bottom or lower part of something or the base on which something rests
-- soled (adjective)
sole [3] (verb transitive) soled; sol*ing
First appeared 1570
1 : to furnish with a sole <~ a shoe>
2 : to place the sole of (a golf club) on the ground
sole [4] (adjective)
[Middle English, alone, from Middle French seul, from Latin solus]
First appeared 14th Century
1 : not married -- used chiefly of women
2 archaic : having no companion : SOLITARY
3 a : having no sharer
b : being the only one
4 : functioning independently
and without assistance or interference
5 : belonging exclusively or otherwise limited to one usu. specified individual, unit, or group
-- sole*ness (noun)
All of these meaning applied to my life then directly
: not married: having no
companion: SOLITARY= I am single.
: having no sharer = I was going through this by myself.
: being the only one =I was now living by myself Jaen had moved
out.
: functioning independently and without assistance or interference
: belonging exclusively or otherwise limited to one usu. specified
individual, unit, or group= Was it telling me I belonged to it?
The references to the underside of a foot was that how it viewed
me as something to be stepped on?
Then the reference to a fish it often referred to me as a fish
but did it see me as moving as a fish out of water or a sole/flounder
when while wrapped in my covers I struggled with it trying to
get it off of me yet unable to move my arms or legs.
Another meaning to this is the fact that human Souls are spoken
of a fish by Jesus in the bible "I am the fishermen of men's
Souls."
Minnow
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
min.*now (noun), plural minnows also minnow
[Middle English men awe; akin to Old English myna minnow, Old High German munewa, a kind of fish]
First appeared 15th Century
1 a : a small cyprinid, killifish, or topminnow
b : any of various small fish that are less than a designated size and are not game fish
2 : a live or artificial
minnow used as bait
I am a little fish/Soul.
Island
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
is*land [1] (noun)
[alteration (influenced by Old French isle) of earlier iland, from Middle English, from Old English igland (akin to Old Norse eyland), from ig island (akin to Old English ea river, Latin aqua water) + land land]
First appeared before 12th Century
1 : a tract of land surrounded by water and smaller than a continent
2 : something resembling an island esp. or surrounded : as
a : a usu. raised area within a thoroughfare, parking lot, or driveway used esp. to separate or direct traffic
b : a superstructure on the deck of a ship (as an aircraft carrier)
c : a kitchen counter that is
3 : an isolated group or area; especially : an isolated ethnological group
I am alone and surrounded,
approachable from all sides in an isolated position, and I am
Black.
My family moved to Virginia and I had one sister Theresa who
lived in the north Bronx and now Jaen had moved out I had no
real family or friends out here.
Atoll,
From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:
atoll (noun)
[Divehi (Indo-Aryan language of the Maldive Islands) atolu]
First appeared 1625
: a coral island consisting of a reef surrounding a lagoon
I am an island that is
sinking.
This most of all really struck home for five years into my being
home off the job the IRS contacted me and said I owed them money
for the money I had been paid by the Federal Reserve Bank while
I was out.
I said I was told that disability was not taxable and they said
it wasn't but I had not been declared disabled yet by the courts,
which was true so I had to pay back taxes on the money I had
received a matter of fact the next day I had an appointment with
the IRS and felt that all was lost.
In the meanwhile the Fed had reduced me to 60% of my salary and
was telling me they were going to cut me loose if I did not return
to work, or have my case settled one way or the other in court.
Add to this my Landlady had just raised the rent saying that
being that Jaen was working I had more than enough to pay the
extra rent then as you now know Jaen got married and moved out.
Everything it had said about me, though it was said metaphorically,
was true.
Then all of a sudden in the midst of the letters across the screen
I saw something was actually written out.
I hadn't noticed it before for I had become use to only looking
at the writing as a series of letters and not as words.
On the screen was written, "IAMNONT, or " I am Nont."
The next day as I was going to the IRS I started thinking about
the phrase I'd found on the screen, and I was thinking what could
the word Nont mean.
Then the Woman/Voice spoke.
"In creation there are things that are alive in the form
of energy just as there are things alive in physical form."
"Disembodied Spirits?" I asked in my mind.
"Yes but they are Spirits as you call them that were never
in bodies." she said,
"they never had physical forms and never will for they are
totally of the energetic realms.
"Being solely of energy they subsist only on energy."
She went on to explain that there were many types of these creatures
and some only consumed certain types of energy while others'
diets were of a much broader spectrum.
"The ones you have been encountering feed on your psychic
energy that being the energy of your Soul."
A chill of revulsion swept over me and I asked "Are they
demons?"
"Yes" came her answer " but they too are the angels,
ghost, UFOs, Aliens, and Fairies of your legends they will be
what ever they must be to get the energy they feed on."
"Were they the aliens that attacked me that time you spoke
to me?"
"There were many Nonts that came but it was just one Nont
that came onto you then.
They can duplicate any effect they need to, to get you to believe
in them.
They can only feed as long as you focus on them that was why
I had you turn your attention to the drumming sound of your dogs
tails and then to the light.
For you see once you take your attention off of them their connection
is severed they can not feed and quickly move on to those they
can feed from.
"If they find one they can easily feed from they will linger
and gorge themselves.
There are many sightings of The Virgin Mary and holy statues
and Icons that cry tears or blood that are the doings of Nonts.
They then come to feed on the adoration of Believers and Followers
that will come to worship these items.
The Nonts will then manifest as lights, visions and actually
preform what others will call miracles to keep their food the
energy flowing to them."
I grew furious and asked
"Then are there no real signs and miracles are they all
the doings of Nonts?"
"There are many that are, there are many that are not."
"How can you tell the difference?" I asked innerly.
"Take your energy from it does it remain?
If it does in spite of what you do then it is real,
Nonts will not remain where they can not feed."
Then a thought popped into my mind, if Nonts could and would
do what they had to do to feed how did I know for sure that this
voice that was now speaking to me was not the real perpetrator
of these Nontal attacks in the first place just so I would trust
it and so it could feed unhindered?
So then I asked "Are you a Nont?"
"Yes." came the answer.
Fear and anger enveloped me and I said to it in my mind,
"Then you can get the hell away from me too!!!"
"I am The
Woman From The Roof,
" she said " I am the Voice that taught you the ritual
to repel, and protect you from, the Nonts.
I am The Voice that awoke you when the Nonts came to feed on
you, that told you when to come out to tape the UFOs and were
to look, I am a Nont but so are you..."
I was totally confused now what did that mean?
"Tell me are you that body or the spirit that lives with
in it?" The Voice asked.
"I, in essence, am the spirit not the body." I answered,
"If you should leave the body you are in what will become
of it?"
"It will die for it can not live with out a spirit/Soul."
"But what of the Soul with out the body?" the Voice
asked.
"The Soul will remain, some say it will reincarnate into
another body." I answered.
"You see the Soul is a Nont and feeds off energy just as
all Nonts do, but it needs to feed off the energy of experience
too for only through experience can it grow.
Thus curiosity to the Soul is like hunger to the body.
It propels it onward to explore its' realm in search of food
to nourish the body,
knowledge/experience to nourish the Soul.
This is what is meant by Man does not live by bread alone, and
why the Soul continuously reincarnates.
All living things at their core are Nonts as are you, as am I.
"Being so all need and feast upon psychic energy.
This is why plants that have love directed at them grow larger
and healthier than do those that have anger focused on them.
This is the force behind the ability of true healers, those being
healed, and of the healing power of prayer.
Once man kind was aware of its direct connection to the one Soul,
that all Souls radiate out from, like the rays of the sun, that
is called GOD.
Originally prayer, and meditation was used to focus and direct
this power by the creature that now is called man, but this understanding
was lost over time due to natural and non natural catastrophes.
Yours is a connection to the universe far greater than you know."
"So there are bad Nonts and good Nonts?" I asked.
"They are just Nonts they are not bad or good they just
are as they are.
The was a time when they were called on as aids and allies to
the creature that is now called man.
Some were and are subservient to human will, but first you must
know what you are dealing with, but there are few that know this
and fewer that can use it today. In some older practices they
were called Familiar Spirits, and Allies in others, it was because
of their being used as weapons against those of other belief
systems that they became associated to demons, devils, and evil
spirits that this understanding was lost to man.
Now they are like one time tamed animals that were released to
breed and become wild.
Remember there was a time when man could walk freely and unafraid
among the wild beast but that connection has long since been
broken.
Yet we know that sometimes they can be reestablished as when
wolves and panthers some time adopt human children as there own
or wild dolphins rescue drowning sailors.
There are some Nonts that will just help you for their own reasons
as do these wild animals, just as there are those wild animals
that will kill you.
When you were a child I taught you to use salt to protect you
from them for you were too young to understand what you were
dealing with.
You see children being young are all born psychic and are full
of the essence of pure Soul that is the glow they all exude and
why by just watching them they can deliver a charge to the elder
observers that makes them feel younger.
You can truly see the glow coming off of them at times.
They shine like a light in the darkness to the Nonts and so are
often visited by them in one form or the other to feed off this
energy.
Sometimes the Nont come as what are called Invisible friends,
angels, or the Boogy man by the child depending on the childs'
energy levels and life experiences.
You see if you are of an incompatible vibratory rate to a Nont
it can not focus in on you only those of a like or harmonic resonance
can feed on you...
Salt, when you consume it changes not only your heart rate but
your vibrational rate and they can not sync with you.
Belief works as a control valve to your emotions so if your belief
is strong enough you can also cut yourself off from them, yet
remember, it can work in reverse and open you up to them also.
So if you consume salt but do not believe it will help you it
will not, yet if you do not consume salt and believe you can
with a word, a command or a prayer chase them off you can.
This is why your invocation of protection worked at times when
you had not consumed salt.
This is why the Nont revealed itself to you on your tapes.
If you demand that it identifies itself to you before you will
allow it to enter it will for it must.
It can not over power your will thus you can call then and send
them away if you are focused enough in your will.
But your will power or your intent must remain focused or be
extremely unshakable.
For there are some very old and powerful Nonts too, and do not
be fooled in to thinking you can just think them all away for
these Elders can and will drain you of your psychic energy to
the point that your body will perish.
These Elders are rare but know they are about.
It is because there energy needs are so great that they do not
often visit our realm but feast on things of greater energies.
This is why there is a danger to calling upon them, for there
are those like wild animals that never knew man to be a benefactor
to them and likewise man does not know of their benefits.
"Then the Nonts that have been attacking me are the wild
ones?"
"Some were some were not."
"Then they were the tamed ones, you mean some one sent them
after me?"
"No as I said we are at our core all Nonts and being so
we all need energy to live.
Experience is but one of the energies but psychic energy is the
most important.
Psychic energy literally means Soul energy.
This is what we feel when we are near loved ones or even think
of them.
Emotional energy is one of the most powerful energy of the Soul.
Some would say that belief or faith is the most powerful, but
this is only because it taps directly into the former.
Of all the emotional energies Love is the most potent.
It is the water of Spiritual life absent it all else will die
just as in the realm of flesh.
That is why Love and tears are inseparable.
Even when a Soul has no one to love it can survive by loving
itself."
I thought a moment of how many people I knew and heard of that
though they were alone in the world or grew up under terrible
abuse and neglect still turned out to be wonderful balanced adults
for they had enough self love not to let themselves be crushed.
"I can see that." I said
"But what when a Soul is unloved and does not love itself?"
the Voice said,
The Soul is eternal it will not die, it will not starve or die
of thirst though the body it host will suffer the ravishes brought
upon it by the Souls' lack of love the Soul will survive even
one abandoned by the love of others and the love of itself.
Still as you know the Soul though housed in the body, is not
the body, just as the clothing you ware is not you.
Just as you can shuck off your clothing and go naked, so too
can the Soul shuck off the body and go naked for a time.
Out of body experiences, near death experiences, remote viewing,
moving side ways in time, are all examples of the Souls going
naked.
In your world today you have many unloved Souls they are the
Souls of those abandoned and forgotten to the streets, mental
wards, and homes for the elderly.
These Souls too go naked and search for the energy they need
but are not receiving in their daily lives.
These Souls like all the other Nonts will do what they must to
get the energy they need."
" Then they did send the Nonts after me."
"No the Soul and the individual conscience are also separate
entities.
The Soul is aware of all its different manifestations from the
very beginning.
Each individual conscience such as you are only aware of your
life in the level your experiencing it on.
Think of the Soul as being a strand of pearls each pearl is a
separate life but collectively they make up the necklace which
is the lifetime of the Soul.
The Soul is attached to and functions in realms that each individual
conscience is not aware of.
It has a separate life on its own much vaster than the creature
that is now called man can understand.
The Soul is a " Quantum Entity " humans once had full
consciousness of and total access to this greater life, but now
that has been limited by linear conceptualization.
There are however times when by accident or intent that human
conscience
can and does reconnect to its' far greater self."
"Nontal activity is a manifestation of this occulted life
of the Souls, separate life.
It is because the human conception is limited that it can not
see this attachment to the things that happen around it.
This is at the basis of Poltergeist activity, and that which
is called Hauntings,
Possessions, Channeling, Prophecy, and Extra Sensory Perception."
"But then you are saying that the Soul is cannibalistic
aren't you?" I asked.
"Life energy feeds off life energy." the Voice said,
"You are of the Earth, yet you eat of the Earth, and then
in the end, the Earth will eat you.......
Just as the Creator, must consume Creation, that Alpha will become
Omega.
The serpent/Soul must consume its tail, in order that the circle
be completed."
As does the Nonts, is as does we all, we eat to live, we live
to eat.
The stars will consume their planets and explode to feed other
stars, and make other planets, there is no evil or good in this
there is no cannibalism there is only the way things are at this
time, to be as they are at this time, and so ended the conversation.
This had all taken place in the space of me walking three blocks
from the Lexington Avenue subway at Borough Hall in Brooklyn
to the Supreme Court building.
It was silent and to any observer they would have just seen me
walking quietly along for it all had taken place in my mind.
There you have it this is how I came to know of Nonts, and to
be able to realize that these were the things that could be sent
away with words of prayer or outrage.
And that they were not aliens and why I seem to be so rough on
those that say the aliens can be easily chased off by prayers,
trinkets, and positive thinking.
My anger is truly directed at the outright liars, hoaxers and
psychologist that "study" Abductees and Encounterers
as if they were a new species and not just humans going through
incredible events in an incredulous world.
If I did not have these things I wrote of on tape I would not
even have spoke of them but I do and so I did just because I
know I can prove what I have said in this article is true, for
I do have witnesses to this phenomena and the tapes as well.
As a foot note to this all I feel I should add this.
I was taken by Phil Lord to see a Psychotherapist a Jann Duval
C.S.W.
The first visit she asked me about my life as a child and I told
her that my father was an alcoholic and sometimes very abusive
and that I once headed a band, and that I worked fifteen years
at the first and only job I had after I graduated high school
and that I only left it because I was disabled by the job.
She taped every session as did Phil Lord I did not mind this
as I was looking for answers and thinking maybe they could give
them to me.
The second session I spoke about my life and Phobia of darkened
windows and finally about my encounters as much of them as I
could get in what remained of the hour or so allowed me at the
end of which she started to tell me more or less that she thought
that my belief that I had been abducted was brought on by the
fact that I had such a interesting life with my band and because
I got hurt and could no longer do as I used to I was fantasizing
this whole thing, were upon I stopped her and handed her a short
tape of my sightings and abduction site then told her to take
it home and look at it.
She did and when I walked in there the next time see was ready
to do a book on me.
They she and Phil both turned on their tapes and after testing
them to see if they were working they set them to taped my encounters.
When I came back the next week for the last of my free sessions
I asked if I could have a copy of my tape from the week before
.
Jann got a strange look on her face and said to Phil,
"Phil you know something that tape I did last week was empty
when I went to listen to it could I get a copy of yours?"
Phil gave that wonderful big smile of his and said,
"Jann I was just going to ask the same thing of you my tape
was empty too."
Nonts? Aliens? Grand Intervention? You tell me.....
