Good Thursday morning Campfire Friends!
For a couple days I have been pondering on which story to tell everyone. I do have many, and want to share them all, but being a momma and a busy woman, I have to narrow it down to one at a time. However choosing that one, is not so easy.
I have always had visitors enter my dreams, (as I said in my welcome blog). Old friends, family, and even family of those I know. It has been sometime though that this has happened. Being exhausted from my days, has led my sleep to either be restless, or comatose, no room for dreams.
On Tuesday, I had to go in for a small procedure. Nerve root injections were placed in my lower back. Something I go through about every six months or so. It was pretty routine, nothing unexpected was to take place. So I thought! Normally, once they get me in the surgery room, and give me the sleepy time medicine, I am out, with no dreams, and no disturbances. Except for this time.
While I was under I had a visit from three very important people in my life. Both of my grandfathers, and a dear friend I lost in a motorcycle accident about 4 years ago. I was so thrilled to see these three men, especially my Grandpa Coppes or "Papa" as I called him. I do not remember everything that was said, but I do remember some.
Both of my grandparents were sitting in wooden chairs, and I was sitting in one as well between the both of them, facing them. My dear friend stood behind my grandpas. Papa told me how happy he was to see where I am in life. That where I am at, is where I am meant to be. He told me he was glad to see I was happy. My other grandpa, told me he wished he would of spent more time with me as I grew. (I lost contact with that side of the family at a very young age. And reunited with them some 12 years later.) My friend did say something, but to remember it verbatim, I can not! I do know that he has watched over me during troubling times in my life. I know that now, and I thank him for that. The last thing I remember papa saying was, "Don't give up on your dreams!"
As a child, my papa always cupped my face with his large rough hands. At the end of our visit, he did just that and I awoke. Begging the nurse for a pen and paper. I wanted to write everything I could fresh while I remembered it. But that did not happen, instead I choked back tears. Waited until they got me to David, in which case I cried tears of joy. Telling him about my visit, and how happy it made me.
Yesterday, after thinking about what to tell at the campfire, I knew I had to share this story with everyone. It touched my heart to know all three of them still check in on me. I am also so very happy that my papa is content with where I am. As I told David about this event, I began to laugh saying "Well I knew Papa would like you!" I just wish they could have met in person. :( But at least I know now I am on the right track.
What bothers me is that one of them told me about something to happen in my future. Something good, positive, and it was to up lift my spirits ( about something I am doing, will be doing, or did,) but I can't remember what it was, or who said it, and it is driving me crazy! I guess I will find out when the time comes, then I will know what it was I was told.
Campfire is warm and toasty....
Misty
The Campfire at the Edge of Forever
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
The Dwarf - my Father's Story
The Dwarf: an Unusual Encounter from the 1940s
N. Reiter
My father grew up an only child. He was born and raised on a farm about 4
miles northeast of the town of Tiffin,
Ohio. The trip from the Reiter house to Tiffin was a fairly straight drive, along Ohio route 101. One fall night, when my dad was maybe 6 or 7 (which
would have made it around 1942) he saw something very odd. My dad and my grandma and grandpa were
driving from Tiffin
toward home. The time was somewhere past
11:00, perhaps closer to midnight. Dad
was awake in the backseat, looking out the front windshield, past his parents.
As the car went around the large bend about a mile from
their home, at the end of a long gravel driveway and illuminated in the car’s
headlights, dad saw a weird person or being standing. It was a short man – like a dwarf. The dwarf had a wide brimmed low hat on that
was light tan in color. He was wearing a
strange – almost frightening looking – coat similar to a light colored trench
coat but one that flared out stiffly like a triangle or cone. Around the dwarf’s waist – but not
interfering with the triangular shape of the coat - was a wide black belt with
a large buckle. The coat appeared to be
about the same color as the dwarf’s hat.
Dad has told me that he remembered hearing grandma scream, “Oh
my God, what is that!?” Grandpa gunned
the car’s engine to rush past. Then,
grandma said, “should we call Pat Corthell and have him lock his doors?” (Pat
Corthell was the single gentleman farmer whose lane the dwarf was standing at
the end of…)
Dad next remembered grandpa saying something in reply that
puzzled him for years after. Grandpa
said resolutely, “No, something like that can walk through a locked door
anyway.” They drove the rest of the way
home, and spoke nothing more about it.
Dad felt deeply afraid until he was safe in his house, assured their own
doors were locked. Dad never mentioned
it or asked his parents about it ever again; nor did either of them bring it up. By the time my father told me of the matter a
few years ago, both my grandparents had passed away.
Dad related that it was something that he would remember
occasionally over the decades, but then forget about it again. It was my writing about UFOs and aliens that
brought it back to the forefront in his mind, and that prompted him to tell me.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The UFO and the Minotaur
The UFO and the Minotaur – an Infernal Encounter at
Alexandria, Ohio
N.Reiter
27 September, 2012
In 2005, an astonishing story was related to me by a woman
from Newark, Ohio, concerning a most unusual (and terrifying) UFO encounter
involving her and a group of friends, from the late autumn of 1985. Some weeks after my talk with “Rhonda”, I
also had the opportunity to interview another member of the group from that
long ago night, “Dwight”. Despite the
passage of twenty years, I found that both of their accounts matched closely,
and their memories of the night were poignant and clear.
Rhonda and a small group of friends, all in their late 30s,
had made a frequent ritual of travelling certain county roads late at night, in
the rural areas west of Newark, for the purpose of UFO sky-watching. Rhonda’s son, “Mark” a young teen at the
time, accompanied them on most occasions.
During the great UFO flap of 1975, central Ohio had been a hot-spot of
UFO activity, and while the decade that followed seemed to be much more subdued
in most areas of the country, in that region, the reputation of sky-lights and
strangeness had lived on.
One county road, between the villages of Alexandria and
Pataskala, Watkins Road, became a favorite destination. It seemed as if on most late nights there,
the clear open skies overhead yielded many unusual non-airplane lights,
sometimes performing bizarre maneuvers.
It was on Watkins Road that the strange became bizarre, one evening at
about midnight.
Rhonda and Mark, along with Dwight and at least two other
friends, had parked along Watkins Road, and were searching the skies for
lights. Three unnaturally white bright
lights appeared to be playing a hide and seek game among the stars. Another of the group, a young woman named
Char, had the idea of using a spotlight in the car, to try signaling the
lights. Char flashed the spotlight off
and on several times in the direction of one of the white distant orbs.
Rhonda and Dwight remembered that the sky light Char had
signaled rapidly responded, by zig-zagging in from the east, growing larger and
brighter. The light resolved itself into
an oblong or oval shape. The group began
to feel a deep dread, wondering if they had stepped too far…
The large white oval glided in silently, dodging to the
north, and finally coming to a rest on the road behind the group’s car. The craft dimmed to a dull orange outline,
and appeared to be about a quarter mile away.
Dwight recalls that he saw what he took to be legs or a tripod feature
under the dimly lit form.
Rhonda, Dwight, and Char began to walk up the road toward
the light. Mark and the others stayed
behind at the car.
After a short distance, both Rhonda and Dwight recounted
that an intense smell began to fill the air, as if travelling down the road or
across the field, like a wave. It was
nauseating – an intense perfume or incense aroma, but also sharply chemical and
pungent. A sweet “ether” smell to make
one gag.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose. A tall bobbing shadow figure appeared to be
striding or lurching up the road toward the trio. When the figure approached to within perhaps
a hundred feet, no force on earth could hold the terrified adventurers from
shrieking and running at top speed back the way they came.
Rhonda remembered the form of the creature most
vividly. It was very tall, maybe twelve
feet high. Black, with red eyes. But most bizarrely, the figure was horned
like a bull, and strode on oversized backward bending hoofed legs. As Rhonda put it, “It was like something out
of Greek mythology – a minotaur!”
The next twenty minutes or so were a blur. The trio reached the car, all dove in, and
Dwight tore off south at full speed.
Nobody was certain where the creature striding up the road had stopped,
or if it had simply vanished. They were
alive, and that was all that mattered.
In Dwight’s words, during my talk with him, “it was huge and evil, like
nothing you could imagine!”
The group congratulated themselves on their escape as they
tore through the night back to Newark, however their relief was
short-lived. As they approached the area
on the fringes of the town where Rhonda lived, Char observed that a white light
in the sky appeared to have followed the car.
Upon reaching Rhonda’s house, the group all dodged inside and locked the
doors. They huddled in the living room,
not anticipating any hope of sleep until dawn had come.
What happened next was remembered by Rhonda, but not by
Dwight. After being indoors for about a
half hour, Dwight suddenly lurched to his feet, went to the front door, and
exited. He did not appear to be
responsive to the pleas or grasps of the rest.
With horror, those inside watched as Dwight went to the middle of the
yard, looked up, and froze.
According to Dwight, the others had told him in the morning
that he had stood frozen, looking up, mouth agape for some fifteen or twenty
minutes. He then appeared to be “cut
loose” and collapsed in a heap. The
group inside was still too afraid to go out to help him. For some unknown time, maybe an hour, Dwight
lay in the yard, before rousing, and crawling back to the door. At that time, Rhonda and her son hurriedly
opened the door and dragged him in. Rhonda
felt Dwight’s skin, and found it to be burning hot. He reeked of the cloying incense smell. Eventually, Dwight awoke, made his way to a
bed, and collapsed again until later in the morning. For several days, he sported a large red rash
around his neck and back of the head.
Dwight indicated to me that he remembered nothing from the
moments before he got up to go outside, until he woke up in the late
morning. And he added that to this day,
he didn’t want to.
According to Rhonda, “we decided that day, then and there,
to never go sky watching again!” The
group also swore to not speak of it, either to others or to each other. This oath held up for twenty years. Rhonda was the party to break the silence,
but Dwight held no grudge against her for it, and seemed eager to add his story
to hers.
In this era, we have been conditioned to associate UFOs with
grey aliens or reptilian humanoids. I
have long believed that this is a cloak, a sham. The occupants of the UFOs share the form they
wish to share. Or do they? In all my years of research, this account
remains singular. I have never come
across another “Minotaur”. Was this also
a cloaking image? Or was it perhaps
instead a resonant symbol or archetypal form?
If so, the mystique behind the resonance was of an utterly diabolical
nature.
And what of Dwight, during his “freeze” in the yard? I do not think we will ever know about that
either. All in all, this is the sort of
case that speaks loudest through the events that took place, rather than
interpretation after the fact.
Rhonda, Dwight, and the others went on to live their lives
in a reasonably undisturbed fashion. At
least for Rhonda and Dwight’s sake, neither of them ever experienced anything
as horrifying and strange ever again, for which they were quite grateful.
I have visited Watkins Road, but it was on a chilly November
morning, with a bright sun overhead, and birds singing and darting among dry
cornstalks of the nearby fields. While
it now has been twenty seven years since the Minotaur came charging up the
road, I myself have no wish to be there at night, under even the brightest of
stars.
Watkins Road, at the location where Rhonda’s group had
parked in 1985. The view is to the
north, looking toward the direction from which the “Minotaur” had come
charging.
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