…Every few evenings, it is reported, he gathers a few intimate friends in the rear of his barbershop, when he regales them witha. varied assortment of goblins and ghosts. Sometimes a friend wishes to converse with Dan Webster on the tariff question, and the shade of the departed statesman immediately comes forth. Relatives are accommodated with little private talks with departed uncles, aunts, etc. The other evening a gentleman who was present called up the spirit of the missing man, Webber, and the question was asked, “Are you dead?” The table was lifted from the floor and slammed against the ceiling several times…
…As they were heading closer I stepped off the trail to let them pass, but when I did so the path was empty. Figuring they were behind another tree or something I waited for a minute but didn’t see a trace of the figure anywhere around where I thought they were….
…My primary area of interest involved those mysterious strangers that appeared in the wake of Active Paranormal Events and UFO sightings. These strangers were referred to as the Men in Black or MiB. It would be easy to discount this early research as adolescent imaginings. But adult witnesses, witnesses with no interest or familiarity with the MiB mythology, were privy to many of these visitations and my experiences….
…I chalked it up to a guy practicing for his death metal band, but the odd thing was that he was doing it near a large body of water where sound could travel. My brother and I kept our distance from the guy thinking he was bad news bears, my brother snuck up near him to understand what he was saying. I was told the guy was talking about Satan….
…It was a bit later that I was communing with Arcturion, and was told I should go down to this shop and say that I was “Mr. Arcturion”. I had a great deal of trepidation and embarrassment surrounding this idea, but ultimately I went ahead with it in a modified way. Rather than confidently stating I was “Mr. Arcturion” I asked the shop proprietors if there were any messages for Mr. Arcturion….
…Ive started to hear and see doors opening and closing inside of my apartment recently, and along with that theres this man, if you want to call him that, looking through my windows near midnight….
…Birthplace of Grady Luis McMurtry (1918-1985), student and follower of Thelema and personal student and successor of Aleister Crowley….
…Began as a prosperous railroad town and rt 66 destination. Replaced historical horse creek bridge despite protests….
…As time passed things started to happen, small things first like seeing “something” in a corner and then seeing the dogs running to that same place to bark, noises with no reason and the feeling of something is around was more frequent so at every time you feel like someone was peeking over your shoulder, but it was not more than that until that one night. We had a king-size bed and we normally slept in the middle of it, that night I was having a hard time sleeping, for no particular reason, at one point I woke up and went to drink some water maybe around 1 am and all was good, fall asleep and then again around 2 am I woke up again and thirsty I went to get some more water and after some steps, I look back to the bed and to my surprise, I saw my GF and also myself there….
…. So before starting off to work again I queued up the next podcast to run after this finished, because it was almost done. I stop to get coffee about the time the first podcast finishes, get back in the car and the next podcast starts, but its not the one that I queued up, but instead one about ‘reptilians’ which was weird because i hadnt even looked at that podcast or episode and was actually trying to avoid it because i find the whole concept too ridiculous….