“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.” Hebrew 4:13
One of the central elements to stories such as Travis Walton in the 1970’s and Barney and Betty Hill in the early 1960’s is the element of missing time. A period of time that simply cannot be accounted for. For some reason the conscious mind shuts off or shut’s down memories that are either to terrible to be recalled or are not intended to be revealed.
It was not until several years later, the early 1980’s that the second piece of the puzzle that was May 1975 fell into place with the emergence of a stunning and previously forgotten memory.
The memory of this strange and disturbing night in 1975 lay dormant for a long time. It didn’t make any sense and for a Christian it was almost impossible to know where to categorize it. It was during the early 1980’s that I came across a book authored by Ray Fowler titled “Casebook of a UFO Investigator” in which he documents UFO encounters that include missing time. There it was again …. missing time. And, while it was unknown at the time whether the night in 1975 was UFO related or not it certainly seemed that it could be. A phone call to Mr. Fowler confirmed my suspicion.
*For those of you who have surmised from the story so far that the experience is mine, it is not. Yet, it is. This is the experience of someone close to me, someone I love. And, while the experience itself is not mine, the story and the aftermath that surround it are. And, with the permission of the one to whom it initially occurred, it is mine for the telling.
Following the phone call to Mr. Fowler, a new and even more disturbing piece of the puzzle fell in to place. And, when this shoe dropped, it became almost certain that there was much more to this story than we had ever expected.
“I can’t believe what had just happened. This is crazy. How could I have possibly heard my name, my full name – not once but twice. I need to regain my composure. I’m going to pull my car to the side of the road and rest for a few minutes”.
Once the car was stopped and then re-started, one would only need to pull directly back on to the highway to continue the direction you had been traveling.
Why, then does your memory tell you that instead of pulling directly back on to the road as you normally would do – you first had to drive across a via duct coming from the opposite direction to get back to the side of the road to where you had previously been. Which begs the question –
How in God’s good name did you get from one side of the road to the other without remembering it and where had you been in order to get there?
This became then the haunting and driving question that just had to be answered.. But, the answer when revealed was more than expected. More terrifying and unsettling – (and perhaps farther reaching in scope) than we could ever have imagined.
to be continued ….
“Pray for the peace of Jerusalem they shall prosper who love thee” Psalm 122:6
Watching and waiting with YOU for the soon return of Jesus! Cindy