May 27, 2005

Last Thursday night, my daughter and I were out on our usual walk from our house to the lake near by, around the lake, and back home. Takes an hour. We started later than usual. By the time we got halfway around the lake, the area that involves going through a wooded area near the creek was much darker than we were used to. The walkers we normally see had already gone home. We were drawn to the area by the multitude of fireflies covering the woods, lighting the path. As we started, I began to pray to God to send our guardian angels to protect us in the darkness. Before the thoughts were even fully formed, I saw a multitude of angels filling the woods. I saw some dark entities as well, but the presence of the angels was so strong that I felt a deep sense of calm.

So I would call this an Earl sighting. If Peter Terry was there, he lost.

May 13, 2005

I got out of bed this morning and, as usual, put the teapot on (I'm a tea-drinker like Dylan). I usually curl up on the couch in my living room first thing each day for some spiritual reading and prayer. But the light was so unusually pretty this morning that I decided to carry my tea and my prayer journal out back to study there instead. I opened the door to the patio and stepped outside. There was something lying on the concrete near my chair.

I stepped closer to identify it. Belly up, feathers and wings perfectly intact, claws clutched, bloodless. Its head had been cleanly ripped from its neck and was nowhere to be found. A headless, bloodless, dead bird. I managed to get my praying done anyway -- inside -- but not without repeatedly tugging my focus back toward God and away from the periphery of my own fear. Now I've got to go outside and deal with the dead carcass. And for some reason I resent it.

May 4, 2005

OK. So someone hands me the DVD trailer promoting When the Day of Evil Comes. I watch it and they talk about all the flies. Then within two minutes I get an email from Melanie Wells telling me to check out the www.peterterry.com website and I see the link to send a message if I have a sighting: anything weird happen to you today?

I happen to glance down at the floor. There is a dead fly, perfectly intact but dead, stuck to the carpet by my chair. It was not there before. Too creepy.

I called 4 people over to verify the sighting. Truth is stranger than fiction

May 4, 2005

Perhaps Peter Terry stole my necklace as well?