Alien Abduction Testimonies Page 5

After almost 4 years of searching God’s word for the answers to what I had been through I’m compelled to share my testimony. “Rev 12:11 and they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony and they loved not their lives unto the death.” Supernatural activity seems to have occurred throughout the history of this world. Fallen angels have appeared in many ways as gods to be worshipped by man. Satan, a fallen angel, and his dominions (demons) have used many different disguises to deceive mankind from worshipping the one true God. Many civilizations, religions and beliefs are founded upon the knowledge that the “fallen angels” have imparted to man to keep us separated from God. They always lead man to death and destruction. As Stephan quoted in Acts 7:42-43, God turned and gave them up to worship the host of heaven. I believe the warnings are being sounded throughout the world that it’s time to decide whom you serve. Joshua 24:14,15.

I have asked the Lord to guide over what I write and that nothing but what actually took place to be written down. Acts 4:20, Habakkuk 2:2,3.

This is not easy to explain, so I’ll start where things were almost normal. Understand that I was raised un-churched and spent my life as an alcoholic &/ or drug user. I had gone into the military when I was 17years old. The next 16 years was fairly normal. At 33 (May 93) I returned to Oklahoma. I bought the little town bar and business was real good. It was just my daughter Erika and me and we were renting a house in the country.

I was offered another bar business in a town 40 miles north and jumped at the opportunity (this one had gambling machines in the back room). I began doing “crank” to help keep the long hours. This is where it began, Aug 1994(approx.). I started having trouble with the police, city department, postal service, and I just knew that I must have been missing something. (I had multiple disturbing the peace charges, natural gas leaks, withholding my mail.) From what I gathered I was running off some of their drug dealers and this was their way a getting the point across. Then the car following began; everywhere I went I was being tailed. It was very obvious and anyone who rode with me noticed. I could do 80, they would do 80. I could slow down to 40 and so would they. They always set off my radar detector with the laser squeal. I could go and park in the middle of nowhere and one of those cars would show up (set off my radar detector). It seemed like I was being bugged. One night Kerry (a friend of mine) and I decided to check the house for bugs. Kerry found something that looked like an in line fuse in the fluorescent light wiring. I was looking through my purse and noticed that the duck emblem on the side had been sewn on but I was able to pull it off and back behind it was a glob of glue with a piece of metal in the middle of it with spider looking wires extending out from it. We headed to my sister Lisa’s house a 7:00am on a Sunday morning with what we had found. I wanted someone who was straight to tell me what we had found. She confirmed what we thought they were. Kerry had the bright idea to wrap them up and use bailing wire and tied them under the hood of my truck. We didn’t want them in the truck with us and didn’t know what else to do with them. We headed to my house and I was going to pack a few things and just get away from there. Less than an hour later we were ready to go. I popped the hood to make sure my company was still there, bailing wire and all was gone. Somehow in the broad daylight someone (thing) had removed them from under my hood. My truck had been locked and I was the only one with any keys. I can only remember feeling totally lost at this point. Where do you take this kind of stuff? I just wanted to know what they wanted from me? I wasn’t a big drug dealer or anything that would bring on these extensive measures. I just kept on in my same lifestyle and tried to figure out what was going on. I didn’t know what else to do. Everyone always called this stuff tweaking, not really happening except in the mind.

Every time I pulled in my driveway at night my motion detector light always messed with me. Sometimes it would come on and let me get to the door and then go off. Other times it wouldn't come on till I was trying to get the key in the door. I could imagine someone across the road in the field really having a good laugh at my expense. It always felt like they were out in the woods around my house. When I would go look around my yard during the day I would find footprints, candy wrappers, and stuff. Strange considering that my nearest neighbor was approx. 1/10th of a mile north of me.

One afternoon my daughter and me were leaving the house to go shopping, and she told me to look at her bedroom window screen (her window was about 5’ up from the ground). It had dog paw prints all over it like it had been down on the ground and our dog had walked on it and then someone had put it back up on the window. One night I was closing the bar in Prague and was sitting down before I left and when I glanced at the phone the light was flashing that I had a message. It was my daughter asking when I was coming home. So I called home and asked her, “ what was up,” she said that she hadn't called me. Everywhere I went the phone would ring and when I answered there wasn’t anyone there. It was definitely driving me crazy so I had a private detective try and find out what was going on. I called him on a Saturday (at his home) to find out why he hadn’t called to let me know what was going on. He told me that he had tried to call me at my home number (918 area code), the bar I had in Drumright (918), the bar I had in Prague (405), and everyone of them had the same recording, “that this line is temporarily disconnected.” He suggested that I get out of there and that he didn’t know what was going on. I guess it scared him off.

We moved into town with my boyfriend Stan. I pulled out of Drumright thinking that if I got out of there it would stop. (July 95) And it seemed like it worked, whatever was stalking me had stopped. I had found another bar to operate in Chandler (about 30 miles NW). Then it started again one afternoon when a lady named Robin came in the bar in Chandler and wanted a deck of cards. She started laying the cards out on the bar and began telling about my past (I had never met her before). She told me about my going into the military when I was young and the reason why I had went in. No one else knew any of these things about my past that she knew. She specifically detailed things in my boyfriend’s house that I was remodeling and she told me that the things I thought he was doing were true. I thought he was seeing someone else and lying to me about it. I was scared to leave him; somehow I knew that they would come back if I was alone again. Then she started telling me about my future (I really have a hard time telling the rest of this). She told me that my dog was going to get ran over and I was going to have an abortion. I must have been looking at her funny because then she said to confirm it for me to concentrate on a subject. I had been worried about the income tax that I had filed the previous year that was being held by the IRS and I couldn’t find out the reason why. My bookkeeper had contacted them and I was expecting a letter from them. I was worried that I was going to be audited. She said that I was expecting something in the mail and I would receive it in 5 days and that it wasn’t what I thought it was. She left and I forgot all about it until a couple days later when the letter came. There had been a friend staying with me that had used my p.o. box number to file his income tax that made my claim to be invalid, so no audit. I was relieved and I didn’t want to think about the rest of what she had said.

Everything went downhill from the moment Robin came by that first time. I really don’t think she even understood what was going on. I did end up pregnant and had an abortion. We split up and my daughter and me moved out to my parents till we could find a place. We had a Golden Retriever named Misty that decided one day to follow me as I left for work. She followed me out into the road and I pulled over to the edge of the dirt road and was telling her to get back to the house when I seen a truck coming over the hill and they ran over her and kept going. At this point it all came flooding back, everything had happened just like Robin had said it would.

The place I use to rent came open and we moved back out there. (May 96 approx.) Funny things happened every day, like things being moved around, nuts and bolts in the floorboard of my car like it was being tampered with. At this time I became a full-fledged crankster. Nothing mattered but the dope and being around people who did it. I hated to be alone or to go to sleep. One night as I sat out on my porch alone the stars started to move. I watched 5 of them; they would move. I must have lain out on the porch all night watching them because next thing I remembered was the sun coming up and those 5 stars all gathered around the moon and then they disappeared. The cars started following me again and the radar detector started going off again and the motion detector light stared the same stuff, but it didn‘t scare me like it used to. This time I was curious about what it all meant. My boyfriend MG and my friend Kerry that stayed with me were both cranksters. One night we were coming home from the bar in Chandler and was almost to my house when we were encompassed within a bright white light. It spread out the whole road over into the pasture. It was blinding and we were in it somehow. MG hit the brakes and we stopped to look at what it was. There was no sound whatsoever. Almost as soon as we stopped to look at it, it was gone. None of us even brought this up for a long time.

Some nights we would walk around outside looking for whoever it was out there watching my house. One time I was in the house and walked outside in time to see Kerry running down the fence line with a flashlight. About the time she stopped, I seen something shine a flashlight back in her face. She turned and looked at me and asked if I had seen what had just happened. We were fascinated by the things that were happening, yet I distrusted both of them; one of them had to know what was really going on. One time I even heard the sound of a keyed mike like a Police radio come from Kerry’s room. It also happened at a later time.

It was about 3:00am one morning when Kerry and me went in town to the store. On the way there I ran over a big raccoon and I made the comment that I was glad it wasn’t any of my relatives; my last name being Coon (ha ha). The next morning when I went out to get out in my car there was a dead raccoon right by my car door, like it had been put there.

On night I had went to pick up MG from work and when we pulled in the drive at my house there was a fire in the back yard (just a intense concentrated flame burning and pieces of fire rolling up towards my house). I went in to check on my daughter and she was asleep. MG said he put out the fire and it was nothing more than a Field and Stream Magazine. Someone had used the guts of a Zippo lighter to start it. I am pretty sure that the lighter had came from inside my house. I was afraid for my daughter’s safety. I sent her to my sister Lisa’s house and gave them very little information about what was going on except that I was being followed and possibly still bugged. My sister told me about some strange vehicles coming down her road (very obvious because it’s a secluded road).

The nights became an obsession to me. The stars began to be moving a lot more and moving closer. One would come down and back up; then the next one would do the same. I spent most of my time watching them.

I could be inside my house and look out my windows and one would drop down so I could see it. I would run across the house and look out and another one would do the same thing. It became entertaining to be outside and run and duck under a tree and see how long before one would drop down where I could see it. This was happening when MG was around too. Needless to say this all drove me to be reclusive. I couldn’t explain what was happening and everyone I tried to tell thought I was going off the deep end or thought I was just kidding. I was in constant fear and had no idea where to find any answers. I got evicted from my house and moved to the apartment in the back of my bar in Chandler. (Sept 96)

If there was ever a place that you could literally feel evil, it was there. Robin came back around to let me know that I needed to get rid of my friends, that they were going to get me busted. I tried to even keep them closer. Couldn’t tell you why, but I guess I figured if I didn’t believe her maybe it wouldn’t happen. At this point I sent my daughter to stay with her dad in Georgia. I couldn’t deal with any part of real life at this point. Robin had stopped by again and I wanted to find out what she knew. This time I asked her what was going on around me. The only thing she said to me was that something really important was going on and that it started with an “M”. When I questioned place, thing, or what, all she would say was that it started with a big “M”.

I finally closed the bar in Chandler down and just lived there (I didn’t want anyone around). I stayed strung out. No matter how much crank I did I would still fall asleep and that’s what I was trying to avoid. I felt things were happening to me while I was asleep. The apartment and the bar were built half way like a dock underneath for support over a pond. At different times we heard voices and laughing come from underneath. One morning when I woke up, there at the end of the bed was what appeared to be a handprint. It looked wet but it wouldn’t dry, like it was an oily substance.

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