These struggles saw many groups fall from the political landscape. As with the early Church, those professing a Christian faith became outcasts. Under heavy persecution, they were forced to practice their faith in secret underground enclaves. Their persecutors were determined to finish the Christian genocide that had begun over two thousand years ago. In spite of the ever-looming threat of capture, a brave band of evangelists join forces to preach the Gospel to a hostile world. John Rex, one of the leaders of this underground network, is the focus of HEdge’s search-and-destroy mission.

Mercilessly hunting down his prey, Roderick Banchard is just as devoted to his evil campaign as the Christians are to their evangelistic cause. Disaster, cleverly contrived by Banchard and his HEdge soldiers, strike the Christians at every turn. Good and evil clash, and Rex’s mission is nearly crushed as he is forced to make a seemingly hopeless choice.

With everything at stake, the world watches as one man, forced to choose between two loves, is thrust center-stage in a global confrontation. Ultimately, the inhabitants of Earth are issued a warning they must heed before it’s too late.

In January 2008, a NASA SSRC 1-2008 press release reported possible sun problems that could result in human race
starvation. http://www.spaceandscience.net/id16.html. 

I will answer any of your questions.

Thanks. KNDU187

When I was around the age of 12-13…some 30 odd years ago…my interest in the paranormal was just beginning in earnest. Anything that was unusual began to interest and even fascinate me. The Bermuda Triangle, UFO’s, hauntings, anything along that line. My father had told me many “Ghost Stories” that had been passed down in his family and held as absolute fact, but he himself was somewhat of a skeptic of such things. Since I had developed such as strong interest in the subjects he tried to help me in my pursuit though.

A photo from a friend of his that he saw one day was to challenge his skepticism and leave an impression in my mind that would last to this day.

I remember my father coming home from work that day and telling me that he had something for me to see. He seemed very excited and perplexed at the same time. One of his longtime friends had taken a photo a few days prior and trusted in my father to look at it and tell him what he thought. As I remember my fathers friend was somewhat of a skeptic himself, but was very perplexed, to say the least, by the photo he had taken. My father asked his friend if he could bring the photo home to show it to me since I had a great interest in things like that. My father’s friend didn’t want to but reluctantly agreed. You must remember that this was 30 odd years ago and many of that time felt that to believe in the paranormal meant you were “crazy”. Even though the friend had taken the picture and seen it with his own eyes he didn’t want to be labeled “crazy” I imagine.

My father handed me the photo without telling me anything about it and asked me to tell him what I saw. My mother also looked at the photo with me. I remember we got a slightly uneasy feeling about the photo from the first we saw it for some reason. As I looked at the photo I could very clearly see 4 ghostly forms beside of a fence. Gaseous in some places and almost solid in others. One was a very tall and large standing form that judging by the fence post behind appeared to be 7 foot tall or taller, with a look, posture and hand position of an authority figure of some type. The three others were much smaller and were sitting on the ground in front of this figure. I remember that one of the smaller ones was sitting with outstretched legs crossed at the ankles. The faces of 2 of the sitting figures could not be seen as they were turned toward the standing figure, but the standing figures face and one of the sitting ones face( which appeared to be looking at the camera) could be made out fairly well. We all agreed that what it looked like to us was a scene of a teacher, preacher, or storyteller of some type talking to a group of 3 “children”. Past the point of the basic photo a chilling detail came to light. It seemed to my mother and I that the tall figure had horns of some type on its head and as I looked closer I noticed that one of the smaller forms did as well. When we told my father this he said that he and his friend had came to the same conclusion, but that he didn’t want to tell us and wanted to see if we came to the same conclusion. We had.

My father then truly shocked us both when he told us that the photo had been a photo of his friend’s new boat that he had recently bought. His friend had aimed the camera at his boat (which was sitting on a trailer next to the fence) and taken 2 self-developing photos. One of the photos showed the boat and the other had shown what we were looking at. The boat had disappeared completely to be replaced by the 4 figures.

The photo was taken back to the friend the next day and I haven’t seen it since. I have often wished that I would have gotten a copy of the photo, but since computers and scanners were most definitely not household items 30 years ago, I unfortunately didn’t get a copy. The friend wanted to forget that anything had taken place so my father did not ask him for a copy or press the matter any further.

I have seen 100′s or maybe even 1000′s of photos suspected of being paranormal in the time since that day, but of the ones I feel are real and not faked I have not seen any to top this one as to its graphicness and unusual content

When you add the facts together that my father had known this man for many years as honest and not someone who would try a hoax. The fact that self developing photos are hard…if not impossible…to alter. The fact that he didn’t even want people to know about the photo. And that he didn’t have access to computer photo altering programs like we have today. I feel it was completely real and chillingly genuine. What was depicted in the photo is completely up to theory but it is definitely one of if not the best examples of paranormal photography I will ever see.

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copyright 2008 Donald Ryles

To read more about Dr. Ryles and his life and to read about : Hidden Secrets of Many, But One… a very true and most unusual book of spirits, ghosts, haunting, and 9-11 being encoded 4 years before it happened, go to : www.drryles.com

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The Phantom Dog and Horse

By

Donald Ryles PhD, CH

Growing up in the South U.S. 30+ years ago I, like most all kids of that time and place, had a swing in the yard. The one I had was not a metal swingset, but was a true old rope swing hung from a tree branch.
I spent a lot of time playing on that old swing and in the field behind our house which had once been a horse pasture many years before we had moved there.
When I was about 11 years old I had just discovered my love for music and since it was Summer and I didn’t have to get up for school I was allowed to stay out until well after dark, as long as I stayed close to the house. Many nights I would be on that swing until well into the night listening to my small transistor radio, as long as I kept it low. It was just me, the music, and a soft light from a distant streetlight.
One night about 10 PM I suddenly had the strange feeling that something was behind me looking at me. Staring at me. I stopped swinging and looked back to see a beautiful large white dog with big dark eyes. He just stood motionless, no barking, no growling, no tail wagging, just strangely motionless. Not having a dog at that time but always having a love for dogs I wanted to pet him. I turned around for only a second to get up and when I looked back he had vanished . I didn’t hear him leave, but I thought he must have ran away. I didn’t think much about it and went back to swinging.
The very next night, at about 10 PM, he appeared again. This time though it sounded like he had ran up behind me quickly. I looked back and once again saw him just as before motionless looking at me with his big dark eyes. This time for some reason I had a slightly different feeling than before. I still wanted to pet him but for some reason at the same time felt slightly uncomfortable. Like for some unknown reason something wasn’t quite right. I slowly got up to walk to him and he ran behind my fathers car and into the field behind our house. I was only a few feet away from him but when I got behind the car once again it was as if he just vanished.
The third and last time he appeared was about a day or 2 later. He appeared just as before , but this time with a chilling difference. Once again it sounded like he had ran up behind me and once again I turned to see him looking at me . This time though I could see smoke coming out of his mouth and nose. The kind you see when it is a very cold Winters day and you breath outside. It was Summer though and by far too hot for that. His big dark eyes locked with mine as he stared directly at me and raggedly breathed the smoke for 10-15 seconds, like he had been running hard.Suddenly he turned and ran into the field. I did not try to follow him this night into the darkness . It was as if something told me not to. I quickly got up and went into the house for the night.
I never saw him again after that night and never saw him in the neighborhood, which I knew quite well. Especially which neighbors had dogs. I was a little scared and puzzled, but being a kid quickly forgot about it.
I didn’t think of it again until what happened with my father a few years later.
It was a Summer evening just before Sunset when my father looked out his bedroom window and came running through the house yelling to me to come and help him. I asked what was wrong and he said there was a horse in the field behind our house and he needed me to help him catch it or make it leave before it destroyed his garden. We both ran outside and into the field to see nothing wrong. No horse and everything was normal. I asked him exactly what he had seen and he said he had seen a huge white horse running through the field as fast as he could, like he was scared. He said the horse had ran through his garden 2-3 times and he was sure it had been completely trampled .
We looked at the small garden, which was in the corner of the field ,beside the old pasture fence . Tomatoes, cucumbers, Bell peppers, etc. about a 15 by 15 foot area. Nothing was out of place. I asked him once again if he was sure the horse had ran through the garden and he assured me that he had. He had ” Ran through it 2 or 3 times in a panic” he repeated to me again . We both looked even closer around the pasture and at the dirt in the garden, which was still soft from being watered only a few hours before, and couldn’t even see a single hoof print or any sign that anything had been in the pasture at all.
As we stood there, both puzzled, I remembered about the big white dog I had seen a few years before that had ran into the same field and I told my father the story of what I had seen and felt myself a few Summers before.

Copyright 2005 Donald Ryles PhD, Ch

“She’s living the life of an ordinary fourteen-year-old!” was not what many would say, or even think of saying in passing conversation about Amber Shadows. For you see she was an extraordinary White Magic witch-in-training. Flowing, dark red hair caressed her oval face, her eyes of emerald enchanted those curious about her, and one ruby stud earring in her left ear was never taken out while a chandelier earring dangled from her right. And while she often wondered what it would have been like to experience school dances or un-chaperoned parties, she remained exclusively interested in reading about the unknown and things that she could do magically by experimenting. Above all, journeying beyond her imagination to fantastical places while reading her treasured, fictional books was something she held close to heart.

It was Amber’s fondness for the written word that drove her to writing her unusual experiences in a leather-bound journal. And just as Jocelyn’s journals, this was no ordinary journal Amber kept: faerie wings of rich crimson and emerald hues adorned its front cover; silvery glitter etched her name on the back of the book in a medieval font, and inside were pages filled with sketches and her thoughts. There was only one thing that made this journal different from others (including Jocelyn’s) . . . the pages were enchanted with an invisibility charm.

As soon as Amber was done writing her entries, the ink would instantly dry and disappear upon her closing the book. Anyone trying to read her diary would find empty pages and be naïve to the fact that Amber placed an invisibility charm on its contents that only she could release and seal with a wave of her hand.

Unlike most other households, the Shadows family did not own a telephone and they watched very little television on a small, black and white T.V set.

Owing to the fact that the Shadows did not communicate by telephone, when it came time to send messages the Shadows family used Zappy, the family tabby. He was quite exceptional in that he could transpose into wizard form when need be, and could appear and disappear as he pleased by vapor. This ability made his journeys quite easy when Amber sent him with messages to Marianna Wentworth or Jasper Silverton; her two best friends since the age of five.

Amber, Marianna, and Jasper were as close as three mates could be and were now starting their eighth grade school year. From time to time, several classmates from Candlebury Junior High stared at them as they passed by and made obnoxious wisecracks to whoever was standing in listening range:

“Isn’t it strange how Shadows, Wentworth, and Silverton never attend school functions on the weekends?” a black haired boy with eyes of coal said sarcastically.

Others nodded, pointed, and laughed while the leader of the cheerleading group smirked in reply, “Yeah, they never go out of their way to initiate conversation or make friends either . . . strange is what they are; those three.”

Even though these rude comments happened nearly every day, they got under Jasper’s skin and made Marianna throw daggering glares and think nasty thoughts. Amber learned to brush them off by simply rolling her eyes. And although she grew tiresome of the same routine, she’d pull Jasper and Marianna along; reminding them for the umpteenth time, “Ignore them . . . what goes around comes around. Obviously they have nothing better to do with their time.”

Although this advice took several days for Marianna and Jasper to grasp and practice, they managed to grow thick skin and ignore their ill-mannered classmates, thinking of them as nothing more than sour, outdated milk. When it appeared no one could get a rise out of the three mates, those hanging around the school courtyard stopped staring and whispering unfound rumors.

As school progressed through September, all three mates kept their noses happily buried in some type of Advanced White Magic book (hidden by their text books of course). They ate and studied away from everyone else so that they could chat about anything unusual happening in the Magian world, and after dinner each night, they practiced their Magia Sessions homework: White Magic Spells and Healing Potions.

Of the three, Amber had an unbelievable quirk of craving and memorizing knowledge of magical spells right from the off, a curious nature to extensively study the unknown, and a raw talent for using her endowment of White Magic when needed without referencing her text books.

The first thing she realized was she was alone and it was no longer dark. Instead of sleeping beneath a black sky filled with tiny, glittering stars, she was now surrounded by a gray light with thick clouds overhead. Was it almost morning already? She felt like she’d barely slept at all!The next thing she realized about her odd situation was she was also surrounded by silence. Where were the crickets that had so quickly put her to sleep with their songs, which her mind refused to believe happened any longer than just a few seconds before?Her worried eyes darted left, then right, as she looked for her friends, but they were nowhere to be seen in the gloomy, pre-dawn light. In an instant, she was on her feet, her sword drawn. The little voice that had been whispering to her just seconds before that something wasn’t right was now nearly screaming in her head.

She took a few steps forward, dried leaves audibly crunching beneath her feet as she did so. She heard this sound as if was a vague, distant noise, almost ignoring it as she carefully looked around for any signs of her friends.

A swarm of nervous butterflies filled her stomach, threatening to assist her with the complete loss of her dinner from a few hours before. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, counting to ten as she did so. When she opened them, she was still nervous but at least felt as though the nausea was at bay…

For now.

She looked around her gloomy surroundings once again, suddenly noticing shadows passing across the countless leaves scattered everywhere around her. She looked up, half expecting to see the sun trying to shine through the clouds, creating the dancing shadows on the ground. The sun, however, was well hidden behind the thick cloud cover.

She looked back at the shadows on the ground… they continued to dance as if they were alive, darting across the leaves and each other in an effort to get wherever it was they were going to. As she watched, they slowly faded away until there were no shadows left on the ground at all.

She shrugged to herself, unconcerned about the shadows. Instead, her thoughts took her back to her sleep, and her body reacted by working up a yawn.

She rubbed her eyes in an effort to wipe the sleep away, hoping when she opened them again, her friends would be nearby.

She wasn’t surprised when she opened them to a disappointing sight… nothing had changed.

Gone were the grassy area where they’d stopped for the night, her friends, and her backpack. Instead of the tall, brown grass she had fallen asleep in, she now saw many unfamiliar tall, dark shapes all around her. Her first thought was that these shapes were people, but as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes, she saw they weren’t people at all… they were trees. Dozens of tall, leafless trees littered the area around her and on the horizon, with branches jutting outward as they reached both for each other and the sunless sky.

She scolded herself for her growing fear. They were just trees! Wouldn’t Micah laugh at her for being afraid of silly old trees! She smiled as she thought of her joke-loving brother.

Dragging herself back to the present, she lowered her eyes to the ground in search of any sign of the others. Instead, she only saw countless shapes and sizes of brown leaves everywhere.

She wished she had her bag. If she did, the first thing she would do would be to pull out a torch and light it with a pair of rock sparkers. Sure it might be a danger to have a fire, especially because she was surrounded by an unending horizon of dried leaves, but she would feel a whole lot safer here in this eerie place if she had a fire, even a small one!

“Diam?” she whispered.

Silence.

“Kaileen?”

No sound answered her questions, not even that of a curious insect. Her friends and her things were nowhere to be seen.

She remained where she was as she struggled with questions about what had happened and what she should do.

Where had the others gone, and how had she gotten here?

As the gloom surrounding her began to lighten up a little, she finally decided to walk around and explore the area. Although she appeared to be surrounded by nothing but crunching leaves, maybe she would get lucky and find some sign, any sign, of her friends.

After surveying the area, she decided to head toward two clusters of trees over to her right, thinking it was possible that Diam had gone behind one of them for some necessary private time. She didn’t like the thought of interrupting her friend, especially during personal times, but she was starting to get a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she didn’t like and finding Diam was quickly becoming more important to her than her friend’s modesty.

As she approached the trees, she called out quietly, “Diam? Are you over here?”

Silence once again. Tonia looked around and shivered. As the seconds passed, she grew more and more uncomfortable about not seeing any signs of life at all.

She could see no birds anywhere in the trees and could hear none of the usual insect sounds she was used to hearing. It was almost as if she had been mysteriously thrown into the middle of a ghostly, deserted forest.

She looked upward, into the tops of the cluster of trees closest to her. Some of them grew so close together that their long, leafless branches intertwined wildly as if they were trying to hold onto each other. Many of the trunks appeared to be solid, not even offering any hint of shelter to birds or squirrels.

About ten feet away was another cluster of trees. These were smaller than the first but they were so close together she could see no signs of a gap between them and formed an odd-looking, natural wall.

And a wall would be a good place to hide from your sleepy friend…

She began making her way toward it, not watching where she was going. Without warning, she stepped on a raised object on the ground that was quickly followed by an awful crunching sound.

“Uh, oh,” she thought…Had something broken?

She immediately raised her foot and stepped aside, then nervously looked down to see what she had stepped on.

Lying partially covered by leaves was the gray skeleton of a bird. She bent down to take a closer look at it, brushing the remaining leaves covering it away from the decayed body as she did so.

She bent down and examined the damage created by her careless step. As far as she could tell she had stepped on the brittle, dry bones of one of its wings and part of the lower section of its body. The head, with its hollow eyes and empty, black nostril holes, was completely intact. The entire skeleton was about a foot long but she was unable to determine what kind of bird it had been or what had happened to it.

She surveyed the area around the lifeless creature and could see no signs of feathers or skin. It looked as though it had been quite a long time since the bird had breathed air.

Suddenly she heard a noise. It wasn’t a voice exactly, but sounded more muffled, as if someone might be trying to say something quietly behind their hand.

She quickly stood up and looked around, almost expecting to see Diam standing next to a tree, watching Tonia do what she loved, exploring wildlife. Her friend could be a prankster at times, much like her brother Micah, but not quite as bad. She could picture Diam standing there, laughing at her, half-heartedly trying to hide her laughter.

Diam, however, was still nowhere to be seen.

“Diam, Kaileen, come on,” she said in an exasperated voice. “I don’t feel like playing games right now. Come out, please?”

As she expected, she received no answer.

She continued making her way towards the wall of tree trunks, almost certain now that this was where her friends were hiding. As she walked, she realized it didn’t really make a difference about how carefully she stepped… the leaves on the ground continued to crunch loudly beneath her feet every time.

So much for a quiet approach…

She stopped for a moment and just listened. Sure enough after a few seconds, she heard the sound once again. Her eyes scanned the trees around her but she was unable to determine what direction it was coming from. Because of the amount of time she’d spent during her lifetime playing in the woods, looking for wildlife and tracking animals with Uncle Andar, this surprised her.

For now, however, she had more important things to dwell on.

“Diam, I’m not kidding,” she said nervously as she continued holding her sword out in front of her. The last thing she wanted to do was stab her friend if she jumped out at her from around the tree.

“Seriously, Diam! Come out, please?”

Diam liked to play around, just like they all did, but she knew Tonia very well, and could usually tell whether Tonia was serious or joking.

This time she wasn’t joking.

Hoping to avoid accidentally hurting her friend with her sword, Tonia began walking toward the wooden wall again, making a wide arc around the cluster of trees as she did so. When she finally got to a place where she could see around the barricade of nature, she began to see a shape in the shadows.

She quickened her pace around the wall, a little smile creased at the corner of her eyes. Her expression, however, changed quickly when she realized just what she was looking at.The dark shape behind the wall was not her friend, crouching in an attempt to hide from her… it was a large, leafless bush.She stopped where she was and closed her eyes in frustration. She had been sure she was going to find Kaileen and Diam hiding there!

She opened her eyes and sighed, then looked around. There were a few other small bushes in the distance, but whatever place this was that she found herself in consisted mostly of dark, tall trees. Her friends, however, were nowhere around. They had completely disappeared.

Her roving eyes slowly brought her back to the bush behind the wall, where a sudden movement among the cluster of long, thin branches caught her attention. She strained her eyes in an attempt to see just what had moved, but stood too far away to tell. She waited, and sure enough in a few seconds, it moved again.

With nervous caution, she slowly began making her way towards the bush, her right hand gripping her sword tightly.

The bush measured about five feet wide at its widest point with branches jutting out in all directions, tangled amongst themselves like a cluster of children all grabbing for a single piece of pie back in the village. Each slow, nervous step took her closer to it until she was finally able to make out just what it was laying among the branches that had caught her eye.

She stopped, still a few feet away from it, as a knot began to form in the pit of her stomach.

There, strung craftily among the innermost branches of the leafless bush, were tiny, thin tendrils of white lines. They extended from this branch to that, left to right, up and down, and were connected to each other by one narrow circle after another. The outermost of these circles was large and round, but they became smaller and smaller ringlets as they wound inward and approached the center of the artist’s creation.

The creation that was built among the branches of the dead, leafless bush was exactly that which she’d first suspected, a giant spider web. As she stood staring at it with nervous silence, movement in one area of the web caught her attention. There, trapped forlornly within the sticky strings of gossamer, was a large insect.

For a moment Tonia stood frozen, unable to move. As her mind reacted to the web, her palms began to sweat and her hands shook slightly. Her eyes ignored the struggling creature in the web for a moment as she nervously inspected the branches of the bush, looking for the owner of the silky trap. She was only slightly relieved when she could see no sign of the creature that lived there, knowing from experience that it could jump out at her at any time from any number of unknown and unseen hiding places.

Her experiences from exploring the woods near her home had also shown her that all wild creatures, insects included, could be sneaky when they wanted to be, especially in regards to a potential meal. She had no intention of approaching the bush until she was absolutely certain it was safe for her to do so.

Warily, she turned her eyes toward the thick wall of tall trees in front of the dwarfed bush. If the web’s owner wasn’t in its home, surely it must be hiding expectantly in one of the nearby trees, just waiting for her to try to rescue the trapped insect. She was almost certain that the web’s creator must know the insect lay struggling within its creation and wouldn’t venture far…

But as her eyes passed slowly over the nearby wall of wood, she detected no movement or evidence of life.

Slowly her eyes returned to the still struggling green insect.

“Mmm, mmmmmmmmm!” it mumbled as it continued to exert itself within the glistening strands of web, becoming more entangled by the second.

Tonia stepped around the bush and away from the trees, slowly making her way toward the web. When she was less than a foot away from the edge of the bush, she stopped.

On first glance, the trapped bug appeared to be just some unfortunate insect that was struggling to release itself from its entanglement. Now, however, she could see more than that.

The trapped creature had somehow maneuvered itself so that it was lying on its back. Its wings were stuck in a fully opened position behind it as if it had been blown by a gust of wind into the trap, freezing it while in mid-flight. The few areas of the unfortunate insect’s body she could see were a pale green color, but other parts had been covered with thick, clusters of webbing. As she looked at it more closely, she could see that the lower abdomen area had been wrapped up in much the same way as the bat had been in the cave where they’d found the turtles, magical stones, and red amulet.

Her eyes slowly made their way up the insect’s body moving towards the head, but suddenly widened as she got her first close up look at the struggling creature’s face…

It was Diam.

Introduction/Preface

The book you are now holding and the findings of this book may seem to be an incredible work of fiction but I assure you it is all shockingly quite true . A copy was fully registered and on file with the U.S. Copyright Office 4 years before the events took place…

In 1997 I was guided in what I call “Connected Channeling” to write and then copyright a manuscript. After the September 11th 2001 terror attacks on America I was guided to take a closer look at this book and that is when I found it to contain many startling messages, warnings, and direct connections to the actual plane numbers (11,77,93,175) used in the attacks and what the future would hold following the attacks . These messages were mysteriously numerically encoded into the work itself in a style similar to “Bible Codes”. The messages are too numerous and precise to be considered coincidence as you will find as you read
The book I speak of is known as “Many, But One” and is a collection of primarily rhythmic quatrains of poetry. Some have considered this book as a “Hidden Nostradamus”.
“Hidden Secrets of “Many, But One” is basically 3 books in one that will take you on a 3 part journey. A true , incredible, and sometimes frightening journey. The journey begins with my first contact with the supernatural at a very early age, through my early years of clairvoyance and sometimes bone chilling fear and terror growing up in a “haunted” house, through to the writing of “Many, But One”, and an extremely vivid fairly recent account of physical contact with the unknown.
The journey then continues with the amazing and numerous findings of “Many, But One” described in detail, numerological oddities throughout my own personal life, a very interesting and thought provoking look at the numerous numerology oddities and anomalies connected to Osama bin Laden, al-Qaeda, September 11th and 9-11 throughout history, and of course a complete and unchanged copy of the actual poetry collection itself.

I have been asked countless times…What is “Many, But One” and why was it sent? My best and most heartfelt answer is that it was sent through me to help us…all of us… regardless of religion, race, beliefs, etc.. It is meant to be read, enjoyed, studied, and above all heeded. I feel the messages, both hidden and in plain view, are of extreme importance and that many, many more messages and meanings will be found in the pages of “Many, But One”.
I also feel very, very strongly that “Many, But One” is meant to be a journey within itself, individual to each and every person who reads it. A journey of reflection and contemplation. Personal and powerful to each person.
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PART
1

AS THE WRITING BEGAN

In 2005 I was once again clairvoyantly prompted. This time what I wrote was not guided through me, but I was more in a sense “told” to write and chronicle my life story, at least the paranormal aspect of it. Few people, including my very close friends and family, know much about my experiences, or at least they aren’t aware of the true depth of them. The stories I have written are of course a very condensed version. I have had many, many more unusual events throughout my life, but for the scope of this book, which I feel the primary importance is the messages of “Many, But One”, I have included a few of the more extreme cases.
As I began to recall and write my memories down for the first time in my life, I seemingly reawakened the ghosts and demons of my past. Both figuratively and literally. Paranormal activity around me peaked higher than it had in many years. Many times as I wrote I had a feeling of a strong presence near me. There were also 3 incidents of the front door of my apartment, which is a few feet from the computer I wrote on, flying open extremely violently. To the point of banging into the wall and bouncing back three quarters closed. All 3 times there was no one near the door either inside or outside and the wind outside was dead still. On at least one of those occasions I am quite sure that the door was both locked and hinge latched at the time. Another instance occurred as I was on my evening walk and I saw the back storm door of a house I was passing violently fly open just as I glanced at it. Once again no one was near it and the wind was still.
I also experienced multiple incidents of unexplained electrical and electronic equipment malfunctions and breakdowns. Especially at times when I was working on the book itself (computer, printer, software, etc.). Some cases seemed malicious and designed to slow my process, while at least one was, still to my true amazement, designed to help me.
One of the programs I was using strangely reported that I had made an error in a calculation I had thought I had verified. I redid the calculations 3 times more and every time the program reported back that I was in error. As I began to examine my work more deeply I found a new and very important fact and update concerning “Many, But One” that I had overlooked. Once I found this fact the software returned to normal and showed that my original calculations were indeed correct.
FIRST CONTACT

My experiences with the supernatural and paranormal began very early in my life. The first event I can still vividly remember is of being a child of about 3 years old and standing in the kitchen of my Great-Grandmothers’ house one hot summer night.
The rest of my family, by family I mean my mother and father, I am an only child, was in the living room talking to my Great-Grandmother and I had wandered off to explore the house. It was my first time to be at her house and I was always naturally curious. For some reason I was drawn to look out of the window in the top section of the kitchen door. As if I almost felt like something was out there. My eyes were barely high enough to see out as I slowly pulled back the curtain and looked out into the yard. Her house was in a small country town and this was almost 40 years ago so the houses were few and far between and there were few lights at night in small country towns. At first I saw only total darkness, but then suddenly a light caught my eye. It seemed to just appear out of nowhere. As I watched it I realized it wasn’t like anything I had seen before. It seemed to just be a ball of light attached to nothing or no one hovering about 3 feet off of the ground. The ball seemed as if it was going to float through the yard and then into a wooded area behind her house when suddenly it stopped midway through her yard. As I watched it, mesmerized by it, and of course being 3 having no fear or apprehension, only curiosity, it began to float slowly toward the kitchen door. It floated closer and closer to the window, until it was only a few inches from me with only the glass between. I could now see clearly that it was not attached to anyone or anything, but truly was just a ball of medium bright white light about 3-4 inches wide. It floated before me for maybe 15 seconds as if it was looking at me. As if it was as curious about me as I was of it. Then slowly it drifted back to the center of the yard and moved into the woods. As I watched it disappeared into the trees and once again the yard was dark.
Not understanding what had happened, but being very excited about it ,I immediately went into the living room and began to tell everybody what had just happened to me. They all looked at me and smiled as I described how a “ball of light” had come to “visit” me at the kitchen window. They all acted excited about it as you do with a child when they tell you an incredible story, but they of course didn’t believe me. I never forgot what happened that night though.
Years later I found out that my Great-Grandmother had been in the Eastern Star and that my Great-Grandfather, who had passed away before I was born, had been a 33rd degree Freemason. After doing a little research into the beliefs of the Eastern Star and Freemasons I discovered that they believe in the paranormal or supernatural maybe more than most people. I began to think maybe she believed me more than she said that night and just didn’t say anything since at that time my parents had little or no belief in anything supernatural or paranormal.
I only saw my Great-Grandmother a few times in my life but we always seemed to have a very close connection and bond to each other for some reason.
My young years after that night were filled with many paranormal and clairvoyant type events as if maybe the mysterious light had started them to happen in some way or had in some way opened a part of me. Many of the events were fairly minor ones like knowing who was on the telephone when it rang or who was at the door before you open it. Some were of a more major type such as strong intuitive feelings. Such as sensing things I shouldn’t do or places I shouldn’t go. Some of the messages and feelings were of a more major type, but were closely personal so I don’t wish to go into them in this book at this time. Some are still affecting me today as I write this.
By the age of about 9 years old I had lived in 2 rent houses and 2 apartments when my family was finally to settle in a small rent house where we would spend the next 8 years. The first truly permanent place we could call home. We were all overjoyed, especially me. Having lived in 2 different apartments over the last few previous years I was in heaven to be moving into a house with a huge yard to play in, and even bigger field behind the house, and an old horse barn as my private “clubhouse”. The house was located at 1519 _____ Street and we nicknamed it “1519″ and called it that from then on.
As we became better acquainted with our new neighbors over time they began to tell us terrible stories of past events that had happened in our new house before we moved in. I heard terrible stories myself, and I’m sure when I wasn’t present my parents were privy to much worse. Stories of the mistreatment and abuse of people and of mistreatment, abuse, and even mass killings of domestic animals within the house.
My parents, as did I at the time, held a view that what happened in the past stayed in the past and that you should “let sleeping dogs lie” so to speak. Since my parents never pursued or verified any of these stories I will not present them or elaborate further on them here. I can however verify one thing. The room that was my bedroom at the time was supposedly the site of many of the events and deeply etched into the ceiling and covered with several layers of paint were strange symbols and cryptic words.
When we moved in and for about the first year all seemed normal but that was about to change. What was to happen one innocent night changed us all forever.

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The monkey with the ring looked at the girls below with a gleam in its beady eyes.

“You want this ring back?” it asked teasingly.

“Yes!” Diam answered from where she stood once again next to Tonia. The coins she had retrieved were now safe in her pocket.

“Please give the ring back to us!” she said in a frustrated voice.

The monkey protectively closed its hand over the ring. After a few seconds, it brought the closed hand that held the ring up to its chest in a possessive gesture.

“What will you give me for it?” it asked them. The rest of the creatures in the tree remained silent yet fidgety, as though they could sense something in the air.

The girls looked at each other as they tried to think of any item in their possession they could use to barter with the monkey.

They had no food, except for some bruised, old chickleberries… the gold coins they had retrieved from the dirt beneath the tree were obviously worthless to the creature… and relinquishing their weapons was absolutely not an option.

“We have nothing to trade, except for this,” Diam said.

She pulled her bag off her back, set it on the ground and began going through it. In a few seconds she withdrew a pia bottle which was half filled with water. She held this out to the monkey.

“Bah!” the monkey shouted, obviously unimpressed with her offering. “I have no use for that!

“You should go and continue on your way now,” it said disgustedly.

With that, the monkey turned slightly to his right. His left side now faced the girls as he looked with pretend interest at an apple that was hanging near his right arm.

At the same time, the other monkeys in the tree began to screech and jump wildly on the branches. They carried on this way for several seconds before they finally settled down once again.

“What?” Tonia asked, not understanding. “We need the ring. Just give it back to us and we’ll be on our way.”

“Ahh, young stranger, but you have nothing which to trade for it,” the monkey gloated before continuing. “I will, however, make you an offer.”

The girls listened silently, unable to entertain the idea that they might not get the ring back.

“Because you have so generously given me this small item, I will reward you by allowing you to take some of the fruits of my home,” it continued. “You may take whatever apples have fallen to the ground. Once that is done, you may leave without any more trouble from me or my clan.”

“We’re not leaving without the ring!” Diam shouted up at the monkey.

She gestured towards the creature in a stabbing motion with her sword as she fervently wished one of the boys had given them a bow with some arrows. If they had, Diam knew without a doubt she could take this crazy creature out with one shot! As it was, however, they only had their swords, not to mention the fact that they were very outnumbered.