A S H A  O F  A N T A R E S
Advanced PSI Since 1988

The Ancient Ones Speak Through Asha From The Future...Now


RETURN TO HOME PAGE

A S H A  O F  A N T A R E S

W A L K - I N S*
L I G H T B E I N G S
V I S I T O R S

L I F E   E P I S O D E

August. The late 1980's-early 1990's. Far-northern suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A.

Cherokee County had more trees than suburban homes at that time, so the subdivision I lived in was one of a few and still in its fledgling stages. Cable service was iffy, being down often due to weather, energy surges or drains - a variety of causes.

The Perseid Meteor Shower would be visible that night and the weather was good - perfect for sleeping bags and camping on the back deck of the house. It must have been some time between 1 AM and 6 AM when the neighborhood dogs began barking at something. All of them it seemed were on alert. Something was HERE. What?

I stood up on the deck and walked to the edge. Around the corner of the lawn a dog was running, pursued by two or three balls of energy, which navigated around the corner while descending to overtake him. The bluish-colored ball succeeded in making contact with the dog, a german shephard, above mid-spine around the rib cage just as the dog rounded another corner and all sight of him was obscured by the building. An orange-yellow ball followed rapidly. It was a pursuit.

"They're here." I knew it and what was more, I knew that they had seen me and that "they" would be back. I must get inside the house. Maybe if I locked the door... "It won't matter," I knew. But I felt compelled to hide inside.

I tried with no success to awaken the other camper who was in a type of transfixed and comatose sleep - a more profound state than usual. I was not successful in stirring that sleeper. Giving up, I found myself almost frozen in dread. I went inside and into the bedroom, locking the door.

"They" were coming back. Oddly, I could hear them singing, "Jimmy Crack Corn" and "Zippity Doo Dah": male voices in holographic images, coming into the house. They entered the bedroom.

Then, in illogical but not unexplainable form, I blacked out.

I awoke at 6 AM. All was normal. The other camper was still sleeping out on the deck. I had indeed come into the house during the night, locked the outside and inside doors and was now in the bedroom. It was daylight.

The visitors were gone.

RETURN TO WALK-INS PAGE

Copyright 2007-2018.All Rights Reserved.Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.
Background courtesy: Asha Ariel Aleia and MirrorPhoto
*"walkin" courtesy Ruth Montgomery