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I really enjoyed reading this. How this witness feels describes exactly how many witnesses feel.

A listener writes “Hi Wes,Hope all is good with you and your loved ones.

There is a reason I have been so drawn in by your show. It has helped me to come to the conclusion that there is no shame in talking about extraordinary experiences. Even if that the experience is still not quite resolved with a sense of closure or certainty.

I’m finally going to ‘talk’ (write?) about this. Up until now, I’ve completely denied having any kind of experience like this. In fact, there is still a lot of mental conflict about this , so maybe denying it has as much to do with giving myself room to sort through it as it does anything else. At the end of the day, no one else backs me up on this. What if I were seeing things? What does it say about my mental health if I hallucinated something like this? Why do I still care about a span of a few minutes that happened twenty years ago? Having said that, I’m going to take a chance and finally you tell my story.

Here goes:

In January of 1997, my spouse and I were going on an extended weekend trip from Seattle to one of the ski areas in south central Idaho. We drove our little Nissan pickup truck over the pass via I-90, then drove south through the Yakima Valley, and eventually going through the Blue Mountains in Oregon. It was a long drive as a lot of it was over patches of compact snow and ice so we were not speeding through like we would be doing in Summer weather. Driving conditions being what they were, it was dark by the time we were winding through the Blue Mountains. (We ended up staying overnight outside of Boise, far short of where we wanted to be, things were going so much slower than we anticipated).

I don’t know where in the Blue Mountains we were, but our little truck was just cresting over an incline before the road started descending, and the road made a graceful curve to the left and down. As we turned with the road, the headlights swept a rocky outcrop to the right of the road, and my eyes made my brain question my sense of reality. On one of the boulders sat a stocky looking man(?), in a sort-of seated position, but in the process of getting his legs under himself to stand up. He stretched one dark (beefy) leg with a strange ankle out in front before shifting his weight. Were those toes? His feet were bare? In the middle of the mountains, in the middle of January? Am I really seeing this? A surge of adrenaline/ panic went through my head when I saw the stocky leg and toes, then the re-balancing as it stood up. But the truck’s lights had now swept past the figure. I was now looking at trees and a drop-off on the right.

I wasn’t about to slam the brakes on a curving downhill slope, on a compact snow & ice mountain road, in the dark, but we did slow down. I sucked in my breath a bit and asked “did you see that?” I got a sleepy stare and a “No — what?” as a reply. Great. I’m on my own here. No way was I stopping and getting out of the truck. For a few minutes, I kept checking the rear-view and side mirrors, but the world behind us was faint moonlit snow white with black trees and rocks and nothing more. No one was trying to flag us down for help, either. The road behind us was empty. That was a relief, actually. To be honest, the thought of stopping for someone creeped me out at this point. I was scared, definitely. I was on high alert- getting out of there was all I wanted to do. We accelerated a bit and kept moving downhill as quickly as safely possible.

Did I imagine it? It was a well-built person, all dark, and legs that tapered to weird ankles with bare feet… or was it? For a few seconds it seemed like time stood still, then exploded on a dime and went zooming a million miles a second. All I remember is being so shocked. This was all so out of place. I don’t recall seeing facial detail at all. The overwhelming memory is an irrational fear at seeing something that should not have been there. I still may be trying to talk myself out of having seen it.

I will never know the absolute truth of this. I don’t do drugs, and don’t drink and drive. My eyesight is (normally) perfect. What /who the hell was moving off the rocks that night? Maybe I don’t want to really know, but the shock of it still creates a bit of panic in my head and chest whenever I think about it. If it wasn’t real, why would panic be a response? Obviously, I’m still in conflict over this. It’s not even a dramatic story – it was so quick and simple. Why does it bother me so much?

All this aside, if just thinking about something as quick and relatively safe as this, brings back a sense of panic, I can’t imagine the trauma that a for-sure, dangerous encounter must bring to a person’s mental health. My heart and complete support goes out to anyone and everyone who absolutely KNOW what they saw and experienced. Maybe I’m lucky I can question it. I just … don’t know. I’ve thought of going back there to find closure, but don’t know the road well enough to know where to go to find the same spot, and even if I could find it, what would I look for? I want closure, to be able to forget – but can’t seem to. This will probably stay with me even after old-age dementia sets in.

Anyway, have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Here’s hoping 2018 brings you peace and blessings.”