posted on Jul, 7 2009 @ 12:34 PM
With our purses and day packs filled with clothes and supplies, we stuck out our thumbs and headed towards Florida with only 12.13.
Sometime after the night had ended and the daytime arose, I became completely psychic.
I could tell you exactly what was going to happen in a range of about 30 minutes.
Jen was getting very frazzled by this by the time we reached a little town in Nevada called Independence.
She told me to stop it, and actually got mad at me for telling her what people would say before we met them and what cars would pass by, describing
them exactly, even giving details about the drivers at times.
Even more annoying was the fact I could read her thoughts and answered her questions some times before she even had time to fully get the thought
together in her own mind.
For the first time on our journey we were not able to catch a ride and stood hitch hiking for what seemed a long time.
Perhaps it was the hot early afternoon heat, or the fact we had not eaten since the day before, but the trip was already begining to wear on us and
Jen was wanting to just turn around and go home, which to me was not an option.
As I stood again trying to explain to her what had happened and why we had to flee, it became aparent to me that Jen had no recall of the darkman and
her closeness with the twins from the night before, nothing I could say would trigger any of her memories, I told her she would just have to trust me.
I have to say, she did have some vague recall, but it was as if it was so deep and she was not allowed to remember somehow. I of course had total
At last I said, Jen I know you dont want to hear this but I have to warn you, in 2 minutes we will see a cop car go past that road up ahead, he will
look as if he did not see us, but he will and then will circle around these roads and come up beside us, he will step out ask us questions we will not
be able to answer and will take us to jail.
Now Jen decides to take advantage of the psy abilities, and suggests we jump down into the ditch and drainage area behind us and hide, I looked at
that possibility and after seeing us pulled up by the cop soaking wet and dirty, I said, no, not an option.
At exactly 2 minutes the cop passes as I said including a couple of other cars I threw in for good measure.
Sure enough he comes around pulls up and asks for our IDs and tells us Hitch Hiking is against the law here.
He asked my age and I told him 18, had not thought about what the birthdate would be and when he asked, I am bad at math and got stumped for the first
time in this ordeal, I said my birth day but not the year, he asked what year? I said your so smart you do the math!
Ok so we end up in a small old dirty jail cell with two bunks and a toilet and sink.
They refused to call our parents, they would not allow us a phone call, and had men coming up peeking at us through the little barred _
The barred window, just like in the bathroom!
That night as the sun went down, we could see orbs in the same purplishviolet color of the hologram darting around the little cell.
By now Jen had recalled enough to find that she was now very very scared. So by her not remembering , it was a self defence mechanism!
I had to go back into protector mode even though I felt validated for the first time and yet scared to death myself.
Jen bunked with me that night and we prayed and held eachother against the glowing barred portal on the door, and the floating and swooshing orbs
flying about the cell.
The following morning we insisted by banging on the doors that our parents would sue them if they did not let us make a call. They had already
notified Tahoe PD and my parents were on the way to pick us up.
I tried to tell my Mom and Step Dad who had flown up the night before from Southern California when I turned up missing, but they never believed me.
And this is where I end this telling.
Yes many more experiences presented themslves in my life, but as for this story, it is all true.