Confession - 51 This might seem a bit off kilter, but this is it. Im a truck driver and I travel the Midwest. On a return trip from St. Louis, Missouri, I was fatigued and decided to stop in the rest area, northbound side, I 55 mm 80, near Divernon, Illinois. I shut off the truck and I could hear native music; on a scale of 1 to 10 volume, it was about a 5. I got out of the truck and walked around the vehicle. Silence. Got back into the truck -- and there it was again! I couldnt figure it out. I fell asleep for about 20 minutes. In my dream or vision, I saw an omen all in white surrounded in fog or mist. She showed me many things. I could smell, taste, and feel all that she said. Then, suddenly, she was gone. As I woke up, the music stopped. I was so baffled by the music that when I got home I spent 2 to 3 hours searching native songs on the Internet. I found it because I couldnt get it out of my head. That song was White Buffalo. That following Tuesday, I was en route to Grand Rapids, Michigan. The weather was a total white-out blizzard. Returning, my eyes where worn out from the heavy snow fall. I pulled into the rest area southbound, I-696 mm 43. I was in a day cab truck, so I kinda slept over the steering wheel somewhere around Mattawan, Michigan. I was suddenly awakened by shrill scraping sound on the truck door. I got out and noticed odd deer tracks in the heavy snow near my truck door. I just thought that a deer must have passed by the truck and rubbed up against my truck. I got back in the truck, lit up a cigarette, and as I turned on my headlights, my eyes followed the deer tracks -- and there she stood! A beautiful women dressed in buckskin! From the deer head cap to the hooved boots, she looked me straight in the eyes, smiled, and retreated into the woods! I departed and returned home. A week later, on the way back from Detroit, Michigan, I stopped again in the rest area near Battle Creek, mm 92. I fell asleep for about 20 minutes when the truck started to shake, like someone was getting up on the fuel tank to enter the truck. As I awoke, that same beautiful Native woman saw me and took off running back into the trees. I was shaking like al leaf because I just felt so near to Death. Last Friday, May 10, 2013, I was in a suburb of Grand Rapids, Michigan called Wyoming. I was getting ready to depart the facility to return home. I pulled out of the facility, closed the gate, and parked just outside the gate near the railroad tracks. I had the eerie feeling I was being watched. I got out of the truck and looked around, saw nothing, got back into the truck, and was going to finish my paper work so I could depart. I just happened to look in the the rear view mirror and I could see this female image, but it was like she was water or floating water. I was stunned. I got out of the truck and walked up to the railroad tracks approximately 20 feet away, and in the sandy area just off the tracks I noticed a set of womans footprints. I followed the tracks for about 10 feet, then noticed the foot prints turned into hoof marks. Just as I looked up, about 50 yards down the tracks, a doe leaped over the tracks and disappeared back into the trees. I got back into the truck and departed. All these events occurred between 2:30-3:00 a.m. These events have kept me puzzled as to what is going to happen, or what message she is trying to relay. Oh, one last thing: this last occurrence, I could hear her singing.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 06:09:02 +0000