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June 19, 2004 This is a story about a happening that took place in l985; counter part to the story of: "The Woodbridge Demon", published in the book: "The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon". Strange as it was, I remember it to this day quite well. Like so many of my close encounters with the other world it just reinforces the fact, the underworld spirits, have access to this physical world. Whatever world or reality this may be, I am learning there might be a ghost world out there: and possible several dimensions along side of that. An alien presence, yes, but possible more alien than we'd like to think, not quite up to the Star Trek, level. God and his angels; Lucifer and his demon, that's part of the invisible world. This experience [one of many] I am going to share, is quite real, as real and physical as one can be - that is. In most of my encounters, it involves time travel, God, angels, a few ghosts here and there. This is one story, I can't pin point where it belongs - possible, maybe you can. I've eliminated demons, but then maybe I shouldn't. The Story: Bridgewood: Whatever it was it was a presence, someone, and something. Why was it there I've asked myself a number of times since its appearance. Maybe by writing this article, or story, I will find out myself. Not even sure what its presence served, but maybe it helped me to understand the invisible world a little more. Like the entity or presence that spoke once to me; but that is another story: don't call the men with the white jackets yet, another day. I call this entity, The Bridgewood Spirit, with all respect intended, and I say that for a purpose: I call him/or her that because I do not know its name. During this time of my life I was living in Roseville, Minnesota, the street I was living on was called Woodbridge, and so I turned it around, and named the spirit, Bridgewood, for I had done a story on the Woodbridge Demon already, and he, Woodbridge, was clearly and with certainty, without certification, he was a demon. But what is a demon? To me he is one of the folks who lived back in those far off days, possible on earth, when Lucifer was King, and upon his destruction, or dethroning - or in its process, these now so called demons, were the inhabitants of earth. They were a kind of men, and thus, possible worked like you and I, but followed Lucifer, and thus, came the name: Satan, and the demon. When we are all gone and buried, we may be called human-beings now, but later, if we follow him, possible we will join the ranks of: Lucifer-men. This entity was a giant of sorts that decided to present him to me. I do not know how tall but my guess would be between 10 to 13-feet tall. When he sat on my bed it sank, I mean really sank almost broke my mattress [my mother in the bedroom across from my bedroom]: I am now 56-years old, that was 19-years ago, and I remember it as I am writing this brief sketch, as if it was yesterday. The indentation in my bed was quite large, he had a big, big butt, yes, I do not want to get graphic, but he was wide. His behind covered an area four times my body size. I would guess it had to weight between 350 to 400 pounds. I call him spirit because he was invisible - not for any other reason, because again this can be a touchy area, like demon and angels, we all have different concepts of what they are. To repeat myself, I could feel his presence, just as I could see his indentation in my bed beside me. He could have harmed me had s/he wanted to, I'm sure of that, but I did not scorn him, I have learned that is not my job, and it can be dangerous to do so. Nor was it necessary for him to sit down unless he wanted to leave me with a message, or possible a memory, a souvenir of sorts, that being, his presence. Was I scared, I've asked myself this a few times, as I've looked back, I think I was, a little. But then what good would being scared do, and if I was, no need to show it so I remember at the time simply accepting the fact the moment belong to us, and let's see where it leads to. Again I repeat myself by saying it was some 19-years ago this took place, but that is about how I'd had summed up my emotional character, or countenance at the time. It was evening, about 10:00 p.m. I had very few things in my room, and for the most part, no particular thoughts on my mind; nor any peculiar thoughts as I walked about to my bedroom, said my prayers, looked out my window, shifting my curtain to the right, I sat down on the long side of my bed. My door was opened a little so I got light from the hall. The living room lights were off and my mother was in her bed room trying to get to sleep. For some odd reason I sat down on my bed, not jumping under the covers as I usually do, just sat down, with no real thoughts. At that time I was having many visions [as recorded in a book published: The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon], along with some time travel experiences. Then to my left side I noticed the bed go down - quick, like an earthquake hit. As I turned to look I said nothing. I looked down over my shoulder to see if I had broke a board or spring, but nothing cracked, and I didn't go down with the indentation, as I thought I should have. As I looked closer, opening my eyes wider, the bed sank next to me even more; thus, the body of the entity was allowing its entire wait to relax. I was amazed. Not sure if I was in disbelief, because I had experienced a number of prior mysterious things during the previous nine-months, and a few months following this experience as well. I had learned from a long list of life experiences I either had a second-sight, or I simply walked into, or could walk into the other world, at times with them not seeing me. But it was a bit unnerving. I investigated the big indent in my matters a number of times, insuring I was seeing what I was seeing. And I guess as unbelieving as it would be for most people to accept, to the person experiencing it, I doubt anyone could really convince him he did not see it; unless you do not believe your own eyes. Looking at its diameter, circumference I was amazed to say the least: yet, I was not sure what category to place this phenomenon in. I looked about to see if the rest of the bed was fine. If there were any other strange things happening in the room, or I had a few other experiences, and a few I could explain, and knew who it was: bad or good beings. I was aware of what one calls Familiar Spirits, angels, demons, etc, ghosts, aliens, etc. And this was something a little different. Matter-of-fact, I was familiar with ghosts to a certain degree, encountering one in San Francisco, one in West Germany, etc. But this was pointed, one could say: a message was to be given by this. One doesn't go out of ones way for the fun of it. In any case, I stood up, and it remained as it was. That is, the indentation in the bed, I knew then a presence was there beyond my imagination: now I'm not making this up, I actually could do a better job if I did. I said, "if you are a good spirit you are welcome, if not you are not [welcome]," then had a short pause, and finished my statement: "if not, then leave in the name of Christ." I am, or was no hero, only a man of little faith. But I also know, and have learned, it only takes a once of pure faith in a time like this, and if He is for you, who can be against you. I am not trying to preach, just laying down the bare facts. By this time I had known by other degrees of how the invisible world came to me, that it could become physical as well as invisible at the same time: this was not a concept that baffled me, and it wouldn't be for anyone should they go through a few trials. If it wanted to, it could have crushed me like a bug. And I new better not to challenge it, as I had done this before, and learned my lesson, not to try and face such overwhelming odds with my little human body. Ephraim, name of the Most High God, was for me that day. And the bottom line is I was not harmed, even the foolish know not to make such challenges I hope. New Orleans: When I was in New Orleans [2000], I had another experience that might not quite fit into this story, but I feel I need to share it with this story. My wife and I were walking down Bourbon Street. We stopped in a lively bar, with a loud band and a big crowed, I do not drink or smoke but I do like experiencing all I can. Thus, for the most part the customers were standing up around all sides of the club [bar], as two sides were open to the outside, allowing fresh air to enter. A man left the bar area, getting off his stool, made his way thorough the crowd to shake my hand [for some odd reason I could see him coming from the moment he got off his stool, and my eyes followed him over], extending his hand out, he wanted to shake it, I hesitated, but something in me said ok, and so I did, the person said: "God is with you". Now that would normally not be too strange, but the way it took place, gave me food for thought. The person went back to the bar, sat down and paid no one anymore attention. In Vietnam, I sense this guy was the person who I met at the Airport, again another story of some being that saved my life, by me not taking a certain plane, and that plane crashing and killing 240-soldiers, which happened again in l980, from Italy. But anyhow, I said to myself, afterwards, not at the time it happened, why did I say what I said back to the man, who was "I know," is what I said. Meaning, I knew the Lord was with me. The man never looked strange at me with that remark, nor did he press on for anything else. He was simply delivering a message, it felt like, almost waiting for me. Again, a similar experience would happen in the hospital in l993, if you want to hear about that, let me know. Conclusion: Maybe Bridgewood was a giant from the time of the "The Circle of the Refaim" an invisible one, thousands of years ago, which Israel citizens have claimed to be seeing these giants again - recently, lately. But I don't think so: I simply don't know the answer. But I got the message, they are here. ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, the most recent being Easter Island and the Galapagos. His most recent book: "After Eve," and his 26th book thus far, can be seen on/at Barns and Nobel.com, Amazon.com, Walmart and several other sites. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and is wroking on two more books: "Stay Down, Old Abram," and "Curse of the Abyss Worm," the second being a suspensful mystery. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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