Invisible PHYSICAL Beings Stop By Again

Its Friday night. Time to relax after the busy week and let all your cares fall away…

… and maybe be visited by aliens!

We’ve had weeks of peace. No visits or odd poltergeistic events. Until tonight!

I was making brownies as a treat, and as my yummies baked in the oven, Gerick went outside to the middle of the freshly plowed garden area to where the stumps have been burning for days. He took a chair out there and added a couple of logs and sat by the fire, enjoying the wonderfully mild night. I could see his lit form by the fire as I danced to music on headphones on a Pandora station.

The song I was listening to when everything went down–?

I kid you not, it was a dance rendition of Katy Perry’s E.T. This specific mix, actually:
www.youtube.com/watch

THIS is what I call a “synch wink” because– hello!? Obvious much universe? Anyone who knows how Pandora works knows songs pop up randomly from a list of previously liked songs and new songs the program picks out that are similar in beat, style, etc. For the record, this song had NEVER popped up on my dance station before, it was a first. I just be-bopped along to it, the smell of brownies permeating the kitchen.

Towards the end of the song, I saw my husband suddenly jump up and start running. I figured he was playing a game with the cats or something, so didn’t worry about it. I mean, I could see him out there– obviously all by himself.

He burst in the door, and I greeted him with a smile as the song ended, and took off my headphones. I checked my brownies, and when I looked up from the oven, I realized Gerick was rather jumpy.

He told me that someone had walked up behind him in the soft dirt!!

I didn’t hesitate. I said, “AND YOU RAN AWAY!??“

I rushed to grab a jacket, a bright flashlight, and my rubber boots, because I realized: if this thing walked behind him in freshly turned soft dirt, we could check for footprints!

Then I ran out there, Gerick close behind, and right up to the fire. All the footprints made by people (and no one had been out there since the last plowing) were from the northside of the plowed area to the area immediately around the firepit. I went right up to the chair where I’d seen my husband sitting, and asked him where behind himself he’d heard  the footsteps. He pointed to the left side (if he was sitting in the chair) and I pointed the flashlight there– and saw fresh (with darker, moister dirt) footprints!!

EUREKA!!

I went up and checked the path. Then I made a footstep next to one. The person who walked was taller than me (longer feet), close to 6 feet tall I’d guess, and heavier as well, but not by too much (less than 200 pounds?) I had Gerick step next to it, and it appeared whoever it was was a tad bit shorter than he is– Gerick is 6 feet 2 inches. I’m 5 feet 8 inches. So whoever it was is taller than myself by quite a margin, but not quite up to Gerick’s height, based upon foot size alone.

So… NOT Greys. Too tall. Also NOT Blondes. Too short!

And– I am SO proud of myself because I remembered to get photos!! I always forget to record physical evidence and then later kick myself in the ass. I almost forgot this time, too. But I was inside playing video games with my husband and neighbors just minutes later, and then it came to me and I’m like, “OH MY GODS! We have to get pics!” So, they came outside with me at night to get some shots (our neighbors know all about the aliens, thankfully, and have not run screaming to get away from us yet– they’ve seen shadows and heard the knocking too.) I’ll get more pics in the morning, but this gives you a pretty good idea even taken at night with weak flash.

You can see the line of footprints going up behind the chair. I checked all around for any more foot prints, but these came from the regular field and through the garden coming from the east side (no one had walked there before this since the plowing– totally virginal earth.) They went right up next to the chair and to the fire and there I lost the prints in the mass of people prints (mainly Gerick standing next to the fire.)

And here you can see a close up of one of the footprints next to my boot for size contrast. These boots are too big for me so I can slip them on and off very easily. I think they’re size 8s and I wear 7s. Also, the person who made the prints wore shoes or boots with atypical (for us) wide toes. Gerick made prints bigger and pointier than these, so it wasn’t him (though I saw him get up and run anyways so I already knew that.)

WHY is this important?

Because only a being with human-like feet who is a biped (2 legs) with physical form and weight could make prints like this! Gerick looked behind him and saw no one. Further, when I was looking out (because fire is pretty, even at a distance) I saw no one either. Whoever made these was PHYSICAL, not astral, and it wasn’t a poltergeist or some manifestation of someone’s mind using psychokinesis. These footprints prove (at least to myself and Gerick) that we are being visited by actual beings who have the ability to turn invisible.

THAT, my friends, is a BIG deal! How long have I been trying to determine for sure? A while! I mean, I have seen them, though not often while fully conscious, and even conscious I usually have my memory suppressed. I know in one abductee’s house I knew (okay, it was Katharina or Kay Wilson) some being with very long oddly shaped fingers left a partial handprint in the dust of a banister. I examined that myself, along with a bunch of other people in the support group plus a couple of local researchers I’m pretty sure.

Now here we have either a hybrid or one of the Brunette type human ones coming by for a visit maybe…

I wish Gerick had stopped and spoken to them. I told him he should have leaned down, picked up a handful of dirt, and thrown it at the area above the footprints. But he didn’t have a flashlight with him so couldn’t see well anyways. As it was, I called out to the land around us, when we first went out there to look at the prints with a flashlight (or torch for you Brits and Aussies) and I asked them to please come up and talk to us.

Nothing happened, of course. Typical and very frustrating!

But I got something! We really got something. I know I can’t prove we didn’t make those to anyone else. But I know we didn’t and its proof to us. I am glad to have some sort of physical evidence that these are real, physical beings! I thought so, but you know– you have to keep the answer open-ended until you do have more physical evidence. What an awesome night! (Hopefully, we don’t get abducted later– so I’m posting this NOW before anyone uses their mental mojo to convince me not to!)

It probably wasn’t ghosts who played with the beer bottle and knocked on the doors and windows in early January– I bet it was the same beings. Now we know. I’ll be damned. =^D At Spiral’s End: What’s Left After the Paradigm Shatters is the personal paranormal blog of a woman that follows not only current odd events in her life, but recounts incidents from her past, including lifelong alien abductions, encounters with ghosts and other spiritual beings, and premonitions from either waking visions or dreams. She reacts and speculates about the deeper meaning behind these incidents and wonders– what is the ultimate reality or intelligence behind it all?