From the Depths of My Soul I Cry

This lovely lady had struck up a conversation with Wes and me as we were casually standing around at the UFO conference in Huntsville. Just some chit-chat when she mentioned that she had alien encounters and wondered what I thought about that. Now, I could have side-stepped but for some reason, I just simply said, “I have too.”

Well, you could’ve thought that I had thrown some kind of incendiary device in the middle of the buffet because it was like the entire room heard what I had said. I know it wasn’t really like that, but it sure felt that way. The rest of the day, I would periodically become the focus of a certain kind of conversations where people were actively interested in hearing from me. It was...bizarre. I was not used to ANYONE wanting to really listen to accounts about my life as an alien abductee, but several people were. It was exhausting.

This sweet lady realized that I was getting a little overwhelmed and ran interference for me the rest of day but, it was the next day that got me.

I had gone through 3 and a half years of intense “de-programming” therapy and some very focused inner healing and deliverance during the same time. I did that because whatever system had been put into place during my alien encounters as a child was rapidly falling apart and I thought I was losing my mind. But that was years before this moment and I had been walking in an amazing amount of freedom in Christ since then until...One sentence from my new friend that nearly wrecked me...

“When you were taken, were there people there as well?”

From the absolute depths of my soul and body, from my feet to my head, a guttural cry came out of me, and I instantly burst into tears. “Yes!” I said it too loudly and felt tears spring out of me. She put her arms around me and hugged me as Wes was standing there in support. I had never talked about that aspect with anyone outside of Wes before and yet, she reached right into me and knew it...because that had happened to her.

I suddenly realized the responsibility I carried with putting my account of the abductions in the documentary and almost immediately wanted to run from it. I kept having to ask, “What would God want me to do?”

It would be a couple of years for that answer to finally come.