Aliend Abduction Testimonies Page 6

MG stayed around and still was able to work; he worked swing shift. Most of the time I thought MG had to have something to do with all the crazy stuff happening or at least knew more than he was letting on.

One night I had had enough and decided we had to get out of there, hoping that it would all quit. So MG and me went and stayed at a motel for a few days. We were trying to get cleaned up. We decided to get a small apartment in Shawnee and went to go pick-up some of our things from the bar apartment. When we had left a couple of days earlier I had packed in a hurry and had thrown a bunch of my clothes over a barstool in my room and left them there. The t-shirt that was on top I had never seen before and it had to have been put there while we were gone. The front of the shirt was a normal “no fear” shirt. But the back said, “for many are called, but few are chosen”. The only thing I knew was that it meant something important, I didn’t know what it meant, but I just knew it did. So I kept running hoping it would just go away. But it didn’t, it kept following me and getting stranger and more far out there that I realized that it wasn’t people doing this to me.

At the apartment in Shawnee all I could do was sleep and I had bad dreams. MG couldn’t understand it when I would tell him that they were still out there. I didn’t understand what I meant. It was at this point I went to my parent’s place and tried to stay clean. I was staying clean but all the crazy stuff was still happening. When I went outside at night to leave for work and the stars were still out there. They would follow me real close now. I would look away and try to ignore them. One of them followed me all the way to a Travis’s house and when I pulled in his driveway he was standing outside looking up and asked me if that light had followed me there? I couldn’t believe that he had seen it too. It wasn’t long until I fell back in to the crank and caused major problems within my family and I couldn’t explain to them what was happening to me it cause it wasn‘t making any sense to me. I had walked off from everything and gave up on a real life and lost it all during this time.

I still had my problem following me. This time MG and me moved south to Seminole. (Jan 97). It was secluded area with a lot of black jack trees. One day in January when it was unseasonably warm I decided to go out and rake the yard. I bagged the leaves up I threw the bags off to the east side of the house. There was no breeze blowing whatsoever, but at the southeast corner fence line there was a leaf devil circling around. I wouldn’t have thought any more about except it started moving up towards me coming through the trees. I just stood there at the edge of the patio watching it maneuver up towards the patio. After a couple of seconds it was up on the edge of the patio 10’ feet from me at stopped there, still spinning. I remember thinking to myself, “you don’t scare me,” and then it took off down the hill where I had thrown the bags of leaves and just dropped right there. MG and I still seen each other, but it was a messed up relationship of “on one day and off the next.” Due to my distrust of everybody around me. Everyday something strange happened. One time I was taking MG up to Gail’s with me and we were tag watchers due to the tailing that happened all the time. While we stopped a couple of miles from Gail’s at a convenience store I seen a tag that was XXX045 and I cracked a joke that he wasn’t a 007...Ha ha! As we left there to Gail’s house I decided that I would have MG drive by my old house where I used to live and show him where I had grew up. Last time I had been by there the house was empty and had been gutted. This time it was restored and in the driveway there was parked a maroon mini-van with the license plate of XXX007. Real strange. Another one of those things that I knew that meant something. After that I seen 007 license plates all the time.

I put everything I owned in storage and moved up to OKC with my friend Gail. (Mar 97). One day I tried to tell her about the lights that followed me and she cracked a joke, “are you gonna tell me there is little green men in there?” I hadn’t even considered that at all, I never considered the UFO stuff to be real anyway. I didn’t even consider that that was what they were. I could believe that they were some kind of Government Conspiracy. You know, pick out the cranksters cause no one will believe them anyhow. So I never brought them up to her again. I did tell her that when I found out what was going on I would tell her. I was being driven; by I don’t know what at this time, to find out what was going on, cause I always knew it meant something important.

Gail and me learned the “cooking crank trade”. Actually, I was the cook and Gail was the dealer. It suited me just fine because I stayed secluded most of the night. My friend Laura lived south of OKC in Newcastle and I spent time there with her cooking dope. They both thought I was a little crazy. Gail picked me up a pager so she could keep up with me cause I seemed to disappear all the time. When she told me the number I knew something was wrong, XXX-2666, it was my last name if you dial the numbers on the phone, COON.

I never tried to show them the lights. I tried to ignore the lights when I was out cause I wanted them to leave me alone, but they never went away. The cars still followed me and set off my radar detector. I went from OKC to Newcastle all the time and never really thought it took me very long. The drive should have only been 30-40 minutes top. A lot of times Laura would find me parked and asleep in her driveway in the morning when her boyfriend was heading off to work. That would be5-6 hours after I had left Gail’s house.

The fear and the crank kept me moving around and I found myself back in Prague living with a friend east of town on a ranch. I had contacted Robin after I had moved out to Prague and she kept stressing that they were going to bust me in that County that I was in. She said I needed to get out of there. I ignored her and stayed. I spent most of the time alone except when I drove to the city to see Gail or Laura. I was really trying to make some sense out of the whole mess. I picked up one of Laura’s old running friends (Sherry#1) and took her with me to Newcastle one evening. Around 1:00am she drove us back to her house in Meeker. I was too sleepy to drive cause I was coming clean off the crank. (Trying to anyhow). After Sherry stopped at her house I got over in the driver’s seat and headed east to Prague. All that I remember is I was not able to drive very well, matter of fact I thought at one time I was driving on a dirt road cause it was so bumpy. I vaguely remember driving through Prague, but I do remember looking out my rear view mirror and seeing headlights and thinking that I was fixing to get pulled over (busted). Then I remember driving down a street and then I looked up and my car was driving on a winding dirt road through some trees. Then when I opened my eyes I was pulling up to a garage door and two guys were standing in front of my car, one at the right and one directly in front of me. The one in front of me was signaling for me to stop right there. You know the stop signal of the hand up and palm out? That was it, so I set my brake and rolled down my window and asked the one in front of me why didn’t they open the garage door? The guy (?) on the right looked at the one in front of me and then I don’t remember anything else until I woke up about dawn. My head was hanging out the window and it was misting lightly and I wasn‘t even cold. I knew something really strange had happened and I headed on out of there not even knowing exactly where I was. As I came to the main road I realized where I was staying was only a couple miles east. When I got in the house I called Laura in Newcastle to tell her that I had just got in and what had happened to me.

Sherry#2, another crankster friend that hung out with me once in a while. I always knew that there was something that she had I needed. I could not tell you what it was but I used to tell her that. One night I decided to show her the lights. I took Boyd’s farm truck and we headed out to a secluded road to a high elevation area. As I looked up it was cloudy and it seemed like a scene right out of a horror movie, you know the rolling clouds. Something told me to tell her to shine the spotlight up and one of those lights would come down. Even to my amazement the clouds all just rolled back like a scroll and there was a full moon and those 5 stars were all around it. Sherry watched them through a pair of binoculars and the stars moved for her. They would take turns moving forward, change the pattern of the face, she said it looked similar to what an etch-a-sketch done. I was trying not to look at them but this was different than what I was used to. After a while Sherry asked me what I thought they were and I told her, “I didn’t know.” I just wanted them to leave me alone. As she was looking at them again through the binoculars she started telling me that they were evil and not to conform to what they represented. Then she threw the binoculars down and yelled that they had burned her eyes and her legs. They followed as we headed back to the ranch. After we went in Sherry was squinting her eyes against the inside light. Five minutes later I looked outside and it was fully overcast, like it had never happened. Funny thing happened after that, Sherry found her Bible and started telling me about Jesus.

I told her about the license plates (007) and all the other things that were going on. She became obsessed with the lights and everywhere we went the 007 tags were there. Everybody we told about the lights began to see them too. I just wanted it all to go away.... Laura called one day to tell me that she had something in her attic and something in her house and they were running around her house trying to drive her crazy. (She had previously thought I was crazy when I had told her about the stuff I was seeing) But she had taking a 357 and put it to her head and pulled the trigger and missed and shot the wall. She knows that she should be dead right now. I went to see her and told her what I felt was happening. That those things were evil and I believed it meant something important was happening and I was trying to find out what it was.

I was pretty straight at this time and really wanted to get the answers to what was happening. I was living in the twilight zone and wanted out. During these last few years I had heard of others who were seeing the lights. One in Carney had been picked up by the Police for wandering through the ally yelling up to the sky, “beam me up.” I heard he was sent to be mentally evaluated. Another one in Drumright had tried to shoot himself too.

I decided to go and see my family and tell them what was going on and that I believed it meant something. After telling my sister Lisa, I wanted to show her the lights. I tried to get them to move and even shined a light up there to no avail. She told me that it was her understanding that people coming off of crank were apt to see illusions. This was what they teach the counselors in prison. (That’s where she worked). In other words she didn’t believe me.

I was going to make a trip to Georgia to bring my daughter home for the holidays and after that admit myself into a treatment program. It didn’t quiet work out like that. I needed money to make the trip to Georgia and Kerry was there when I was making one last cook (so I thought). It was about 3:00am when I seen them coming up the driveway, about 15 police cars. Kerry had set me up.

Off to jail I went and I had no bond. Other people with serious crimes like assault with deadly weapons had a bond. Funny thing was, I wasn’t afraid any more. I spent 10 months locked down in a 10’X10’ cell. The first 8 months I was only let out for court. I had a bad attitude and was very vocal with my opinion. After I settled my case, I became a trustee and jail cook.... Long way from where I had started.

The Lord had answered my cry for help. (Not exactly my choice of a treatment center.) I sought the Lord with all my heart. I wanted to know the “why’s” of what had happened. On Friday nights a biker looking guy from a local church used to come by, his name was Pete. At first I didn’t really want to talk to him. After I learned a basic knowledge of the Bible then I began questioning him. Something had made me realize that all my answers to what I went through and more were in the Bible. With what little knowledge that I had I knew there was something missing. I wrote Pete a letter to ask what it was. The following Friday he showed up and asked me if I was ready to make Jesus Lord of my life. I was definitely ready. He laid his hand on my head and led me in the sinner’s prayer. I repented and asked the Lord to come into my heart. Pete was commanding that satan and his demons had to go and that I belonged to the Lord now. I felt a strange feeling deep in my stomach like a stirring of a thousand butterflies and I felt it come up out of me. Then came the flood of uncontrollable crying (good feeling).Then I felt overwhelming peace come in. I had been set free. The Bible says in Mark 16:17, And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name they shall cast out devils.......I believe I’m proof of that, Jesus is still sitting the captives free. I’m a prime example of satan doing everything possible to keep me from getting busted which in turn led to my salvation.

I’ve been out of prison for over two years, free from the fear and terror. I have a burden to help those who are still suffering in the drug world. Those who still don’t know that the things they are seeing and experiencing are of another dimension (demonic). The world doesn’t know how to treat the drug epidemic it is much bigger than just a bad habit, it is one of satan‘s areas of expertise. I’ve seen many drug users go through one drug rehabilitation after another and come out un-changed. There is no cure through the world, only through Jesus can this battle be won. I know that that we are to comfort others as God has comforted us. (2 Corinthians 1:3,4). That is where my calling and my life are directed now.

Through the whole time of my ordeal, I knew something beyond what I could understand was going on. (It’s pretty bad when other drug addicts are afraid to come around you.) Even in my ignorance about God, all of this drew me to want to know the truth. I believe the Lord is raising up a people for this time and has allowed us to see the deception coming so we will sound the alarm. (Joel 2:1) All this demonic activity does mean something,

Jesus is coming soon.

In Christ,
Karen Coon