The difference this time is that I am armed with knowledge and with friends with knowledge. You might call me the "Sentinel." You might call what happened yesterday, near sunset, a "sentinel event."
I have written a couple dozen stories now that I call "Angel Creek." About 7 years ago I had a deep desire to protect myself and my family from cultural changes I anticipated. I wasn't alone. All the Sentinels, the Watchers, were on alert. We had become the Watchers about 40 years ago, maybe even 50 years ago. Some of us were trained in church. Some of us grew up in families who taught us. For me, the series of sermons, by a guest preacher, in my Southern town church, set the stage. We were taught about the "End Times." We were taught Jesus would return. He has. Jesus is both a physical human, yes he lived and taught 2000 years ago in the land of Israel, and the embodiment of the spirit of Christ. Two. Physical/Spiritual. He came in the flesh. He is back, in the Spirit. I know because... some of us were trained as Sentinels.
The last time I drove from Austin, Texas to the off-grid land I bought 200 miles north of Little Rock, Arkansas 7 years ago was 2 years ago. I bought a little blue expensive, well made, snakeproof even, shed. I call it a cabin. It is a cabin. I had it delivered to the only spot on my off-grid land that was cleared enough to put it, a freshly hacked out spot on my creek, very near the dirt road. I measured it. I stood in the center of the dirt road that is actually called a trail, not even worthy of an Rd. in the name, and measured off the easement on my plot map. My front door of my cabin is four feet past that easement. The back of my cabin is supported by rocks, in my creek. It was the best I could do. My intention was to return on a future trip and thoroughly scout out my land. Then I'd pick the most beautiful place I had, prepare it, and move my cabin there. It would be overlooking my creek, like it is now, only more stable and secure.
I never got to that point. Instead, I asked, "What is this dark blob in my picture?" When I asked that question my cabin was newly delivered, May. It was late August. I asked the right people. I asked the sentinels. I had noticed in my 10 minute video that my real estate man had made and posted online in order to sell the land that there were a couple of trees that were bent differently. That had led me to google "Ozarks bent trees." That had led to Bigfoot, which led to my learning about Bigfoot, which led to me joining Facebook Bigfoot groups, which led to me posting one of the screenshots I had taken from that video in one of the groups, which led to "that's a hybrid Dogman, there is a translucent Bigfoot standing in front of the big tree" in the same picture. I was a sentinel. I had asked a group of sentinels. I had been answered by the leader sentinels in the group. I then took my same photo and sent it to the highest leader in the land. "Would you please look at my picture and help me?" He had.
So two years ago that expert drove hundreds of miles from Oklahoma to Arkansas and using a hand-drawn map I mailed to him and armed with a permission slip I'd signed and mailed and a key to my blue cabin he and his expert lady companion had arrived and tracked my land. They found other bent trees. They found a footprint. They heard bird calls and slight movements in the brush that retreated as they advanced. They found bent trees so big that only an ancient power could have bent them.
Yesterday evening, it was sunset, I arrived again, for the first time since my blue cabin was placed in May and my experts had tracked my land in August. It has been two years, this is June, two years later.
Christians began buying off-grid land in the Arkansas Ozarks 7 years ago. I bought mine. We were anticipating the cultural changes that now are clearly seen. We were the Watchers.
Last night I stayed in a comfy hotel room in a comfy bed. There's an indoor pool down the hall. There's an ice chest in my room, brought in by me from my trusty 30 year old white van I call, "Swan." Swan and God got me here safely. Inside Swan is a folding bed I brought to put in my blue cabin. Inside Swan is a telescoping ladder, very heavy. It goes in my blue cabin so I can use the two loft areas. Inside Swan is a lock cutter, an unbreakable chain, and two unhackable locks. The best, the strongest. When I get to my cabin I intend to cut off the two Master locks I bought for $10. each and replace them with two unhackable locks which cost me $100. each. I brought a $100. uncutable chain to go through the hollow steel bar that is now protecting the front door of my cabin. I have a matching bar on the inside of my cabin so I have the option of sleeping safely inside my pretty little cabin, without fear. I also brought a pretty battery operated lamp and a broom.
I tried to go to "Angel Creek" last night. I wanted to sleep there for the very first time. There was a concrete bridge that was a hundred years old on the river you have to cross to get to my land. Facebook is a great tool. It allowed me to witness the replacement of that old bridge with a million dollar new bridge. The new bridge was completed last November. I watched it go up, day by day, from Texas. Last night I drove Swan to the road that leds to that bridge. I take photos. I take video. I took photos and videos of my driving down the little country Ozarks road that led to the new bridge. I wanted to capture on film the first time I saw the new bridge. I did. I now have a 4:31 video. I held my iPhone in my hand, with my window rolled down at the beginning of the road and I filmed the entire way to the new bridge. I filmed myself driving over the new million dollar bridge. What I couldn't film was the sense of dread that filled my stomach. It was palpable. I got scared. Really scared, sick to my stomach scared.
I reached the new bridge. I drove over it. I took pictures of the bridge. I took pictures of the river. I had to put my phone down once I got to the other side of the bridge so I could turn around and go back. They may have a new million dollar bridge there now but the dirt road is still the same, maybe even a bit worse. It was bad enough that I took one look at it and turned Swan around to go back. I'd use the other way in I know, ten miles away. It was that bad, and it was then 8 pm, almost night. I turned around and got the motel room I'm writing this from.
I post my photos on my Facebook page. I'm on album 7 of my trip. I was going to post my arrival, make an album. I didn't. There was something in my photos that stopped me. There was something in my photos and in my 4:31 video that I looked at carefully, over and over. There was a Sentinel, a Watcher.
An orb comes out of the trees. It is small, like a dime. It is a beautiful emerald bright green light. It has wings. It comes out of the trees on my right, in front of Swan, as I'm driving down the road to the bridge. I didn't see it. I captured it on film. I saw it later, here in my room, last night. I took screenshots of it. I played it over and over. It's not the camera. It's an orb. It flies out of the trees on my right, it flies in front of Swan, it keeps pace with Swan. It seems to flit in and out of reality like there is a dimension it knows about that we don't. It has no trouble sailing right through solid objects. At one point it goes from my driver's side mirror, as I'm driving, through the inside of Swan above my steering wheel and back out again, no problem. It follows me. It appears again right beside my driver's window, within two feet of me, as I cross the railroad tracks, just before I go over the new bridge. This matches the sense of dread that overcame me. The orb caused the dread. The orb was a sentinel. I turned around and left.
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Written June 20, 2024 at 11:57 am
