Selkie
29th March 2015, 18:14
Hi, everyone. I don't know if this is the correct place to post this, but to me it is a remarkable personal experience, so I put it here.
Many years ago, now, I was living in near Wheatland, California. The place was a rental, 10 acres, fenced for horses (we did not have any horses, though), and the house sat at the back of the property, nearly 1/8 of a mile off the road, which was unpaved, with a long, unpaved driveway that led to the house.
It was summer, and very hot, the central air conditioning was on, and it was about 1 or 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I was in the living room and I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and saw 3 people standing there: two Mexican women, very short, with a tall man standing behind them.
The women started to evangelize to me. I politely told them that I was not interested, whereupon they became more insistent.
Now, the door to my house was up on a step...you had to step up from the porch to enter the house...and the women were short, so I was looking down at them, and so I had not really seen the man; I just sort of knew he was there, but I had not really looked at him because I had to look down at the women, and they were taking up all of my attention with their insistent evangelizing.
All of a sudden...I do not know why...I looked up at the man and got the shock of my life. There in front of me was a man who looked exactly...EXACTLY...like Jim Jones. Same height, same square face, same high cheek bones and square jaw, same dark, slick, combed-down hair, same dark complexion. He was in his 40s, the same age J.J. was when he died. He was wearing the same shape sunglasses. He was wearing a perfectly starched and ironed shirt with a dark tie. He did not appear to be sweating, even though the temperature was at least 100 degrees Fahrenheit and he had been standing there for at least two or three minutes in the heat, not to mention that he had climbed the stairs to get up onto the porch, and his skin was preternaturally smooth, like he had just had a facial. He had no facial lines, even though he appeared to be in his 40s.
The split second I really saw him...the split second I groked that he looked exactly like Jim Jones...a bolt of white light shot up my spine. The light shot straight up my spine, out the top of my head and bloomed into a sphere of white light that enveloped my whole body. I did not summon the light or call it up. It simply happened. And I got angry. I got angrier than I had ever been before in my life, and it was like the anger and the white light came at the same time, like they were one. I was incensed, and I let him have it. I threw every curse word I knew at him. I told him to get the **** off my porch and off my property and never, ever come back.
He put his hands up in front of him, palms facing toward me, and backed away. Then he kind of herded the two women away. They walked down the porch steps and got into a white, older car of a make and model that I did not recognize (but then, I am not much into cars). They drove down the driveway and stopped just before they got to the road. They were there a couple of minutes when I got really ******off and started down the driveway to order them off the property again, when just then they drove away.
But the strange thing was, I was completely naïve about things like aliens and MIB. At that point, I did not know about The Mothman Prophecies. I had never heard about Carlos Castaneda, or John Keel. And I certainly had never heard that other people have seen J.J. look-alikes, too. If I remember correctly, it happened before my husband and I even had a computer at home.
So that is that story. I still don't know what to make of it. All I know is that one day, a man who looked exactly like Jim Jones turned up on my front porch, and all I can say is that he better never do it again :mad2:
addition I wanted to add, too, that at that time I had never heard of Kundalini energy or anything like that.
Many years ago, now, I was living in near Wheatland, California. The place was a rental, 10 acres, fenced for horses (we did not have any horses, though), and the house sat at the back of the property, nearly 1/8 of a mile off the road, which was unpaved, with a long, unpaved driveway that led to the house.
It was summer, and very hot, the central air conditioning was on, and it was about 1 or 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I was in the living room and I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and saw 3 people standing there: two Mexican women, very short, with a tall man standing behind them.
The women started to evangelize to me. I politely told them that I was not interested, whereupon they became more insistent.
Now, the door to my house was up on a step...you had to step up from the porch to enter the house...and the women were short, so I was looking down at them, and so I had not really seen the man; I just sort of knew he was there, but I had not really looked at him because I had to look down at the women, and they were taking up all of my attention with their insistent evangelizing.
All of a sudden...I do not know why...I looked up at the man and got the shock of my life. There in front of me was a man who looked exactly...EXACTLY...like Jim Jones. Same height, same square face, same high cheek bones and square jaw, same dark, slick, combed-down hair, same dark complexion. He was in his 40s, the same age J.J. was when he died. He was wearing the same shape sunglasses. He was wearing a perfectly starched and ironed shirt with a dark tie. He did not appear to be sweating, even though the temperature was at least 100 degrees Fahrenheit and he had been standing there for at least two or three minutes in the heat, not to mention that he had climbed the stairs to get up onto the porch, and his skin was preternaturally smooth, like he had just had a facial. He had no facial lines, even though he appeared to be in his 40s.
The split second I really saw him...the split second I groked that he looked exactly like Jim Jones...a bolt of white light shot up my spine. The light shot straight up my spine, out the top of my head and bloomed into a sphere of white light that enveloped my whole body. I did not summon the light or call it up. It simply happened. And I got angry. I got angrier than I had ever been before in my life, and it was like the anger and the white light came at the same time, like they were one. I was incensed, and I let him have it. I threw every curse word I knew at him. I told him to get the **** off my porch and off my property and never, ever come back.
He put his hands up in front of him, palms facing toward me, and backed away. Then he kind of herded the two women away. They walked down the porch steps and got into a white, older car of a make and model that I did not recognize (but then, I am not much into cars). They drove down the driveway and stopped just before they got to the road. They were there a couple of minutes when I got really ******off and started down the driveway to order them off the property again, when just then they drove away.
But the strange thing was, I was completely naïve about things like aliens and MIB. At that point, I did not know about The Mothman Prophecies. I had never heard about Carlos Castaneda, or John Keel. And I certainly had never heard that other people have seen J.J. look-alikes, too. If I remember correctly, it happened before my husband and I even had a computer at home.
So that is that story. I still don't know what to make of it. All I know is that one day, a man who looked exactly like Jim Jones turned up on my front porch, and all I can say is that he better never do it again :mad2:
addition I wanted to add, too, that at that time I had never heard of Kundalini energy or anything like that.