My Father Believed He Was An Alien
His Ghost Visits Me
As I turned the key and unlocked the door I remembered that my Father was dead.
Coming home late at night from work, I could hear Dad playing Rouvan's "My Own True Love", as I parked my car in its spot. Rouvan was singing much too loudly for the this late an hour. I rushed to lift the arm off of the spinning disc on Dad's turntable.
The last record that he listened to before he died was still on his record player. I frantically searched for the power switch to turn it off. It was not on. The arm went back. The record began spinning. Rouvan resumed his song. I tried to turn down the volume. It was all the way down already. I went to unplug it. It was not plugged in. I needed to sit down and grabbed the back of Dad's big leather desk chair.
"Everything always has a logical explanation", I could hear Dad's voice saying in my mind as I started to sit down. But as I started to sit, I saw a box sitting there in the chair. I picked it up and read the label. It was the the box containing the urn of Dad's ashes.
I was still deep in mourning at his loss. My Brother, Bruce, had brought his ashes to my home earlier that night while I was at work, and dropped them off. He sat them down in Dad's chair, at Dad's desk, where Dad always could be found at all hours of the day and night.
The brutal truth of my father now reduced to this box of ashes was devastating. I took up the box, hugged it tight, and laid down to weep. Rouvan began to sing more softly and more quietly, until I was lulled to sleep. My Dad came to me in the comforting and beautiful dream I finally awoke from. He might make stuff happen, he said, but it was just to let me know he was still there, watching over me, as he always has, all of my life. He has continued to do so during each of my days since his death. So I do not become afraid , when he puts his hand on my shoulder and spins me around to catch my attention. We still carry on long discussions during all hours of the day and night, and electrically connect within deep lucid dreams.
I gave Dad's big leather desk chair to my brother. He says that he often sees Dad sitting in that chair.
(This is a photo of my Father and I, at dawn, on the Giza Plateau in Egypt, in front of the Pyramids. Dad "photo-shopped" in the lightning,-- to add the intense dimension of electricity we both felt charging between us, in this exact place, at this exact moment.---)
Photo Credits: All photos used in this lens are my personal pictures except for the painting of the Mona Lisa as an alien. All rights reserved
Real Ghost Stories - By Normal Folks
While many people feel that true life ghost stories do not have the ghost of a chance being taken seriously, those of us who have had first hand real experiences, know that they are quite serious indeed.
The Ghost Next Door is about real people--normal everyday people who have had experiences in the realm of the unexplained. If you are a hard nosed skeptic be prepared to have your beliefs challenged when you read these eery stories.
MY FATHER TALKED TO ALIENS - He Believed He Was One
It was 3 AM in the morning. I was awoken with the sounds of my father up and getting dressed. I crawled bleary eyed, out of my warm nest of covers, and pulled on a robe.
"Where are you going?" I asked him, observing that he was fully dressed for the cold morning, and was ready to go out, ---just lacking his car keys. He was fumbling through his things on his desk, looking for them. I was grabbing my purse, moccasins, and pulling on my jeans.
"Where are you going Dad?"
"I do not know." he said, sitting down on his bed.
"I dreamed that I had to go somewhere and find something important. ."
"Where? I asked, sitting on the floor by his bed, and pulling on my moccasins, one by one.
" I do not know". He said again. "But I had a dream. It was all in coded number sequences. Alien coded number sequences. I tried hard to memorize the numbers and understand the code but the alphabet was Alien, and I could not remember the code. But it has to do with a reward for the quest of the recorded music that I completed for Them. "
The events of the day that lead up to this Bizarre moment, were just as bizarre in themselves. Dad and I had taken a stroll through the snowy streets into downtown Reno, Nevada. Glistening snow covered everything.
Our late night walk home was beautiful. When we got home we found that we had been robbed. An enormous bulk of Dad's recorded dvd music collection was missing. A hollow, gaping hole stared out vacantly from where Dad's life time collection of music had been. We looked outside for foot prints in the snow which should have been there. But there were none. There were no signs of forced entry.
"It was the Aliens", Dad said. "It was my assignment all along to collect the history of music on earth for Them. It was my Task. The discs were theirs and they came and got them."
Dad did not care to file a robbery report or to even speak of filing one.
We spoke no more of the robbery.
But at 3: AM the following morning, Dad drove us out into the middle of the dark Nevada Dessert, into the middle of nowhere. Suddenly Dad swerved sharply off of the freeway onto a narrow graveled apron. He parked the car. We got out.
"We are here." He said.
THE POWER PLACE DAD WAS GUIDED TO FIND IN THE DESERT - A Paleolithic Petroglyph Site
All around us miles of nothingness stretched out in the darkness. We began walking and finally reached a
a mammoth square outcropping of granite rock.
The enormous and very square granite edifice jutting up from the desert was an overwhelming sight to behold. It looked unnaturally hewn from the stone heart of the earth. We climbed quickly up onto the broad, flat, table top mesa, and looked all about us at the breathtaking vista. The sun was just peeping up over the horizon in the east, painting the sky in glorious colors. In the dawn light, we began to see that the entire edifice was covered with petroglyphs. I felt strange and powerful energies emanating from the site.
I dug my note book and pen out of my purse, and began madly sketching the petroglyphs.
"That will not do you any good," he said. "No one can read these symbols anymore. The symbols are not the message. The message is that that they have been here since the beginning of time."
But of course I went directly to the Indian Counsel in Reno to assist in translation of the symbols. I learned that these symbols are not Native American but date from the Paleolithic Era ---"Cave Man Days".
This is a nearly four-acre site, located three miles east of the city of Reno. It was a significant central meeting and fishing site for American Indian tribes. The rocky granite outcropping is located along Interstate 80, between the Interstate 80 and the Truckee River and near Sparks, and Reno Nevada. The site has over 200 panels of paleolithic- age petroglyphs.
If you zoom in close on this picture of my grand niece & nephew here, You can see the Petroglyph carvings of this ancient site.
My Father chose to be buried here. And so he was.
DAD REQUESTED HIS ASHES TO BE BURIED AT HIS SACRED SITE - And so we did.
When alive, Dad shared his site with his family, taking us all to experience the energies and power of this phenomenal place. Everyone visiting here could feel the power and energies emanating from this ancient place.
VISITING MY FATHER'S GRAVE - Family Gatherings at Dad's Power Place are always Spiritual experiences in celebrating life.
This image shows us visiting Dad's grave. It is at the entrance of that arch shaped alcove set back into the edifice. Inside the alcove is a natural stone bench where Dad loved to sit and commune with the energies of this place.
Petroglyphs of the Nevada Desert - Date From the Paleolithic Era
Dad Always Believed He Was an Alien - His life was filled with strange and supernatural experiences.
All Dad's life, since a small child, he believed that he came from somewhere else other than earth. He believed that his real parents were aliens from another planet. He never believed that he came from where he was suppose to have come from, or that his parents were actually his real parents. His life was filled with too many unsolved mysteries for him to believe otherwise. He continued believing this up to the day that he died. I have always had a hard time believing this but street lights went out when he walked under them and he could operate his computer by moving the cursor with his mind. At blackjack Dad was phenomenally uncanny and could tell what cards were where in the deck. Dad was, all at the same time: an Air Force jet engine mechanic and instructor; a chaplain's assistant, a Baptist Minister, a father helping to raise his children, and a detective for the ACME Agency. He came across a bizarre painting of an alien on the internet one day and told me: "This is what my real mother actually looks like!"
He saved this picture on his computer. It is a painting of the Mona Lisa as an Alien. I have posted it in the poll below. I do not know who the artist is, as Dad has had it on his computer for many years, but I am trying to find the artist so I can credit it. Anyone having any any information on this painting, please let me know.
My father's life was filled with strange and supernatural stories. To preserve his memory, I plan to write about all of them here.
My Father's Memorial Site - Among the pictures here is the alien Dad believed looked like his real mother
Dad's Memorial Website
Click on photo gallery to find this picture.
My Father Told Us Ghost Stories - But they were his own true paranormal experiences.
This is me, my baby sister, and my Dad. He read us bedtime stories every night and told us his own stories every evening.
Note here that he had a very elongated skull.
After the loss of his music collection on that snowy night, Dad started all over again, transferring his life's work of recorded reel to reel music onto CD's again. So I still have his complete collection in tact. It consists of the top hits and most popular songs of each year from 1935 to 2008, with 1 disc for each year. He also has a very extensive recorded collection of lullabies from around the world and from throughout time. He believed that the origin of song came from mothers singing to their babies.
What Do You Think? - Dad believed this painting looked like his real mother
Are Aliens Among Us?See results without voting
The Evidence is Overwhelming - We are not alone
This book blew me away! After the passing of the Freedom of Information Act, Colonel Philip J. Corso published his personal experiences with the crashed Roswell UFO. Colonel Philip J. Corso was a member of President Eisenhower's National Security Council and head of the Foreign Technology Desk at the U.S. Army's Research & Development department. He was put in charge of the reverse-engineering of the strange artifacts found at the 1947 Roswell New Mexico crash site. This reverse-engineering project resulted in integrated circuit chips; fiber optics; lasers; and super-tenacity fibers.
Last updated on January 16, 2014
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