Today we are pleased to present Daniel E. (Daniel has requested his last name be omitted) as our guest poster on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  Daniel is a former police officer of a medium-sized town in the Northwest of the USA.  He is on total disability due to a freak accident while on/off duty.  At age 53, Daniel is the father of two sons, ages 27 and 25.  R***, his wife of 29 years, works as a records specialist at the police department where Daniel once worked. A 22-year law enforcement veteran, Daniel still occasionally helps out the PD in a reserve role whenever he feels physically capable.  His hobbies consist of writing, collecting stamps, giving speeches to schools on avoiding drugs, and still dabbles in helping solve crime in his community on a part-time basis.  Daniel and his wife have two rescue dogs named Sarge and Cap.


[Editor's Note:]  As a rule, we don't usually omit last names of guest posters per our guest posting policy.  However, I believe once you read this story, you may understand why the above guest poster requested anonymity (or what passes for it in today's world).  This story was rejected once by the former blog owner, JD Weldy back in December of 2014 and four times by myself and other staff members since that time.  The entire story just seemed too bizarre and unreal.  We requested several edits and some semblance of clarity from Daniel E.  He refused our edits as he feels the story is too important to leave out any parts of it. Therefore, we submit this story in its entirety.  You, the reader, can be the judge and jury of this story and what it could mean.  I, for one, don't believe any part of it.  I only allow this story to be published because fellow staffers persuaded me to do so. - ALSO, this is an extremely long story.  Just a heads-up to you [Charlotte Hensley, Senior Staff Editor]

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Even with my last name omitted, I realize it wouldn't take a phi beta kappa to figure out who I am and where I live.  I provided too much information for it not to happen eventually.  As a former police detective, I could find you within an hour just with the information provided above. Be that as it may, I could not provide my full name because I was told not to do so.  I will discuss more on that later (or maybe not).  But, for right now, just accept I am about to provide a story that 98-99% of the people reading will dismiss out of hand.  They will say it is the rantings of a disturbed mind and someone who ranted and raved at the owners of this site until they relented to publish my story.  My hope, my sincere wish is that of the potential 1% who will at least give my story a chance, I hope some will think there is a morsel of truth of what I am about to reveal. Depending upon your age, your grandchildren and/or great-grandchildren are the ones you need to think about.  My story centers around a recurring dream I had since about July of 2004. It did not occur every night.  But, I did have it on a weekly basis. That dream continued until November of 2014 and then suddenly stopped.  Within one week of the dream stopping, I had an unexpected "visitor" as I sat in my den alone one Saturday night on a cold November night.  But, first, let me begin my story in earnest...

I had been narcotics officer for about three years when the accident happened.  It was a post I had worked toward ever since I first started patrolling the streets as a rookie.  It was late January 2004 when I decided to take a break from a raid we had been planning of a local drug lord.  We had been working to take this guy out for at least six months.  We were within a week of finally having enough to arrest him and charge him with numerous drug-related violations thanks to an informant. Wanting to get away from the job for an hour,  I decided to forego going to lunch with my partner to just sit in the park on such a nice day.  It was unseasonably warm as I remember now.  There were just a few dark clouds hovering overhead.  But, there had been no forecast of rain or any type of violent weather for that day.  None.  So, I was sitting on a park bench, eating my sandwich and drinking my one vice, diet coke.  I loved the stuff.  Now, I can't stand to even think about drinking it.  So, I decided to share a few of the peanuts I had for dessert with the ubiquitous park pigeons.  I remember throwing to one pigeon off to himself who didn't join the usual gang.  He seemed a bit out of place thinking back now. His coloring was lighter than it should have been.  I remember throwing him a couple of peanuts.  And, that was the absolute last thing I remember.

The next thing I remember, I was in the ER of a local hospital.  I couldn't figure out where I was for a couple of minutes.  I kept smelling burnt rubber like someone was burning tires.  I tried to speak, but there was nothing coming from my mouth.  I tried to mouth words, but I couldn't do it.  I remember being overwhelmingly thirsty and that got me to talking.  I asked a nurse, who was trying to insert an IV into my right hand, what happened to me?  She said I had been struck by lightning.  That didn't even register with me for a moment.  Lightning?  Who the hell even gets struck by lightning?  Lightning??? On a predominantly sunny day with only a smattering of clouds?  I was totally, completely flabbergasted.  I didn't believe it.  It just didn't seem possible that such a totally freak thing could happen to me.  I told the nurse she must have me confused with someone else.  She said, "You're the only one to come in today that was struck by lightning.  I think I have the right lightning rod" said the annoyed nurse.  "You're lucky to even be alive.  Your shoe soles melted, the pants burned up to your knees and you have 2nd-degree burns around your neck and jaw," said the nurse.  That would explain the sudden pain I felt in my neck and soreness of my jaw.  The only good news was that it was not a direct strike.  There is a 99.999% chance that would have been fatal.  Instead. it was a side flash with a nearby oak tree bearing the brunt of the strike.  My recovery was slow, but steady once I left the hospital.

Unfortunately, I started having blackouts that would last sometimes for up to 20 seconds.  Doctors of every description could not locate the cause.  There was sufficient blood and oxygen going to my brain (or what wasn't fried by the lightning strike).  All the MRIs and CAT scans could not find any specific area that could be causing the blackouts.  Unfortunately, there was no way to predict when I would have these blackouts.  They could come at least once a week.  But, sometimes, I would have as many as three in one day.  That meant I could no longer drive,  I also had to take immediate retirement from the PD as well (at a reduced retirement rate, that shouldn't have been the case, but I won't get into that since it still is in litigation).  It meant that my wife would have to work longer than she had planned.  But, the worst part of this entire ordeal was not so much the physical pain, which was terrible in its own right.  But, it was the feeling of dread whenever I woke up from a night's sleep.  That was another change in me.  I used to be a very light sleeper.  Frequently, I would not sleep over 3 hours a day for days.  But, not now.  I slept solid, nothing woke me up.  Not even my wife's light snoring would wake me up.  But, I woke up feeling as though something had happened to me during the night.  I felt exhausted after about 8-9 hours sleep each night.  I told my doctors about it.  They, of course, said it had to do with my body experiencing such a traumatic event as the lightning strike.  I didn't feel that way.  I felt as if I not only was dreaming but that I was taking an active part in the dream itself! The dream.  I could not remember what they were about for the first few months after the strike in January.  That was exasperating to me.  In July, I woke up remembering what the dream was about.  That changed my whole life, even more than the lightning strike.

The dream was always the same, except for some minor deviations.  Sometimes, the dream would take place at night.  Most of the time it was in daylight hours.  There were two main themes in these dreams.   One, September 27, 2055.  I saw that date constantly.  Sometimes I saw it on papers that were in the hands of people. Other times that date flashed from futuristic looking billboards.  Sometimes it was a voice that I heard repeating that date constantly during the dreams (which would last all night).  I remember saying (in the dream), "What is so significant about this date"? What is going to happen"? I would ask.  Then, the answer came and this was the second theme of the dream, "Something Incredible."  Something incredible was echoed throughout the dream.  September 27, 2055. was likewise as well.  In these dreams, I would ask questions of people, people who acknowledged my presence and interacted with me.  They all would simply smile and say, "Something incredible."  All the people I ever interacted with, including those I did not interact, acted as if they were drugged.  Everyone seemed to be happy.  They had smiles on their faces.  No one seemed to be sick, disabled, depressed or sad.  Everything was clean and everyone walked with a purpose in life.  It was as if they had all been given $10 million dollars a piece to do with as they please.  The date of September 27, 2055, had not been reached as yet.  I was not sure of the date of the dreams.  But, everyone seemed eager for that date to roll around on the calendar.  Why?  These dreams continued for over ten years.  Yes, I said ten years.   I was worn out after these dreams.  So, I would often stay in bed contemplating what these dreams could mean.

I went to several psychologists.  I was even hypnotized.  But,  nothing was helping me.  After ten years of this, I was at the point of madness.  The only good thing was that these dreams did not occur each night.  I was quite thankful for that.  But, even when I did not have this dream, I would have the dream in my mind.  It was all I could think about.  Something was going to happen to Earth on September 27, 2055, and it would be something incredible.  Incredible in what way though?  The people seemed as if they had been programmed to think the date would be something grandiose, something that they would not be able to resist.  I was at the point in my life where I was carefully considering suicide.  This dream was affecting my relationships with my wife, my entire family and what few friends I had remaining.  I decided I would wait until my wife would leave to visit her sister.  I refused to go along due to the conflict between myself and my sister in law.  We just never got along, even before the lightning strike accident.  On that cold Saturday night in November 2014, I had been drinking heavily.  I had one brief blackout that morning.  I couldn't take that any longer either.  So, with my wife gone and my courage spiked with whiskey, I had my S&W .357 in my right hand, my whiskey bottle in my left.  I had enough in my life insurance so that my wife would want for nothing in life.  I decided her life and everyone else would be better off without me.  So, as I sat in my darkened den, with Mozart playing in the background, I put the gun to my right temple and was about to pull the trigger when I heard in a loud voice, "Put down the weapon, Daniel."

***[I want to make clear, the following exchange is best of my recollection with the conversation I had with "The Visitor" as I refer to him.  I ad-lib some below, but not much.  I believe I got the meat of the conversation, regardless....Daniel E.]


Even though I was in a drunken stupor, that voice caused me to jump up out of my easy chair.  I knew I was all alone....or so I had thought.  I dropped my whiskey bottle, but held on to my gun.  Across from me, on the couch, I could see the outline of a man sitting.  I knew that no one had come in through either the front or back door.  We have a sliding glass door leading to the patio from the den.  I could tell it had not been opened.  There were alarms on each window.  So, in my mind, I was completely alone.  But, I could see now, I was not alone, not in the least.  I pointed the gun at the dark figure sitting on the couch near the patio.  "Who are you?  How did you get into my home," I asked.  At first, nothing was said from the dark figure.  "Why don't you take your seat again, Daniel?  We have much to discuss.  We have a relatively short time in which to accomplish all that needs to be done tonight.  I assure you, you are in not in any imminent danger whatsoever.  As for how I got into your domicile undetected, that is of little importance.  There are much more significant and pressing issues we must talk about, Daniel," said the dark figure.  I looked at the man, the dark figure, and was shocked at how relaxed and unconcerned he appeared to be.  I had a .357 pointed at him.  I might as well have had a water pistol pointed at him for as concerned as he appeared to be.  "The only thing we are going to discuss is you doing a spread eagle on my floor and wait there until police arrive to arrest you.  Now, get out of the chair slowly and get down to your knees.  No sudden moves or I will shoot you," I said to the dark figure.  I remember he let out a long "sigh."  "We simply don't have time for this, Daniel.  Therefore...," said the dark figure.  My gun disappeared right in front of my eyes. 

Now, I was frightened.  My .357 just completely vanished in front me while I was holding it.  The Visitor (as I will now refer to him) did not move a muscle, nor did he say anything.  "Did....did you do that?  You need to leave my house!  Now!," I screamed at the Visitor.  Again, The Visitor remained motionless in the darkened corner of my den.  "I will take leave of your domicile once I have accomplished my mission.  I find you tiresome, I find your primitive style of verbal communication and your entire civilization a bore. The sooner we get started, the sooner I can leave.  But, I cannot leave until I bring forth to you all that I need to.  Now, shall we get started, Daniel?" The Visitor asked me.  I said nothing.  I was basically in shock, even more shocked than when I was from the lightning strike.  "Good.  To begin, you are not the only of your species to get this information tonight.  At this very moment, all over this planet, there is someone from my planet addressing certain members of the Human Race.  In fact, there are over 5,000 representatives speaking to pre-selected members of your species just as I am with you.  We tried to be synchronized as much as possible.  But, like me, I'm sure there are others who are having problems.  I understand there are 195 countries on your planet.  We are addressing people in 187 countries. The other 8 were so primitive, even more so than the rest of the nations, that we decided it would be a waste of time and resources.  You see, Daniel, your planet is running out of time.  You have approximately 40 of your Earth years, by which you measure time, to prepare for something cataclysmic," The Visitor said.  "Before you go any further, you have got to tell me who you are.  I'm not convinced you are not insane right now, "I said.  "Of course.  I was getting to that portion of the discussion.  Think of me as a concerned interplanetary visitor who wants to help your planet prepare for something you cannot comprehend right now.  I am from a planet in a galaxy that you refer to as the Andromeda Galaxy."

"I realize your mind cannot conceive of someone being from that far away.  If your civilization ever discovers how to bend space and time, you will be amazed how simple travel to the far reaches of the Universe can be.  You may refer to my planet as "M+1."  The proper name and pronunciation would be more than you could understand.  You can refer to my race or classification as "The M."  This is as simplistic as I can make it for you.  But, it is not my race that you need to fear.  We are here to help you as much as we can or as much as we are allowed.  We have been on this planet, which you refer to as Earth, since your 15th Century began.  You are only now to the point that we feel you may be able to save yourself from "something incredible."  The Dreams you have had since the unfortunate incident have been our way to prepare you for this moment.  The dreams have been to prepare you for The L.  You must under....  "Let me guess, The L is more complicated than I can comprehend," I asked.  I was getting pissed off about now.  "There is no need to be offended, Daniel.  Please forgive me if I appear...condescending to you?  That is not my intent.  My intention is to inform you and prepare you for something incredible, which I am relatively sure you are finding tiresome.  I'll put this in as sim...or in as concise terms as possible.  The dreams you have been having are a prelude that will start about the year 2040, some 15 years before September 27, 2055.  Sometime in 2040, you will find that diseases that were thought incurable, are suddenly starting to disappear.  The international acrimony that has put your planet on a path to annihilation, all start to dissolve as well.  This will not happen all in 2040.  That would be too obvious.  It will be a slow, but steady cessation of life-threatening diseases that could harm humans.  All mental and physical disabilities will start to correct themselves, as if magically, from the 2040 to 2055 time period.  In short, by the year 2055, all diseases, all impurities in humans throughout the world will be eradicated.  There is more I must share, but I'm certain you have some questions now," said The Visitor. 

I didn't know what to make of this man (if that term was even accurate) and what he was telling me.  I was trying to think of a way to escape out of my own home and notify police there was a madman in my home.  But, if he can make that gun disappear as quickly as he did, he can most certainly make himself disappear as well.  Maybe even me.  I had no choice but to continue this entire discussion with him.  "Were The L here at the start of the 15th Century as well?" I asked.  "No, The L have been here since your species crawled up from your oceans.  Like us, The L have no concept of time.  While 500 years may seem like an eternity to mortals such as you, it is a flicker of a star to us.  The L are a patient species and were willing to wait.  They have had, what you would refer to as androids, on this planet since the very beginning of this world as I have already stated.  They have a reason for this," said The Visitor.  "And what reason would that be?  What could we possibly have that beings as advanced as The L would want?  I mean, we are primitive in comparison.  I get that now.  So, what benefit do they see in us?" I asked.  The Visitor remained silent for a couple of minutes.  He didn't move which unnerved me.  I was about to speak up again when The Visitor spoke.  "What I'm about to say will not go over well with you.  But, I have to tell you.  The L are what you may refer to as intergalactic gatherers.  They send out incredibly large numbers of ships with inorganic beings or androids to you, in the first wave.  If they find a planet, such as Earth, that has resources and large numbers of beings, these androids relay that message back to whatever planet The L have taken over at the time.  They have nearly wiped out every habitable planet in the Andromeda Galaxy, as incomprehensible as that may seem.  It is now time for your Milky Way galaxy.  They are relentless and completely void of compassion.  To them, inhabitants they find on a planet are of as much consequence as you stepping on an insect. Do not expect anything resembling emotion from these beings" said The Visitor. 

I sat in horror and astonishment as I stared at The Visitor.  Approximately one hour prior, I was within a couple of seconds of ending my life.  Now, I am sitting in my chair, trembling for the human race.  I didn't know what to make of this man and his story.   On one hand, I found his story plausible.  I'm not sure why.  But, I felt he was telling me the truth.  But, what was in it for him and his planet?  I had to find out.  I had to ask him something else for which I feared what the answer would be.  "So, why are you here warning us of The L?  Why travel this great distance unless you plan on helping us battle The L?" I asked.  "Very good questions, Daniel.  I congratulate you.  To answer your first question;  we are warning every habitable planet for which we have the resources to commit.  The earlier a planet and its people have to prepare, the better chance that planet and inhabitants have to, at least, cause The L great cost in robbing a planet of its resources....and people.  Your second question; we will give you the tools necessary of information you need to fight The L.  The first battle is making people on Earth recognize what is happening to them before the year 2040.  The year 2055 will be too late.  Placing my story in small venues of communication with the hope it transcends into larger platforms is the hope and desire to get people prepared for The L   You will not be alone.  There will be other people joining you, Daniel.  Right here in your country and in 188 other countries there are people being informed.  You must not fail.  You cannot fail.  If you fail in getting my message out, then preparation will be too late after 2040.  The L will be planting the seeds of your destruction in your water, food, and pharmaceutical supplies to name just three methods.  By September 27, 2055, every human and animal on Earth will be cleansed of all impurities," Said The Visitor.  As I pondered all The Visitor had told me, I had a couple of more questions to ask.  "Did The L attack your planet?  Obviously, your people defeated them, right?" I asked.

Once again, The Visitor let out a long sigh.  I remember thinking for a guy that's not human, he certainly has human characteristics down pat.   But, what does a primitive ape like me know?  That's about what I was to this person or whatever he is.  "You don't defeat a race of beings that can replicate non-organic beings in the trillions within 24 hours to use another one of your time measurements.  The L themselves consist of perhaps 15 to 20 billion organic beings.  But, they are a highly advanced society, one that has lost all concept of morality with their continued evolution.  But, despite their great intellect, they did not have the foresight to conserve natural resources for their own home planet, which they vacated approximately 220,000 years ago.  They now populate themselves and non-organic beings all over the Andromeda Galaxy, much to our alarm.  To answer your question....NO...we did not defeat The L.  You cannot defeat a civilization such as this.  You can only do as I said to you and the rest of the inhabitants of this planet must do; make life as costly as possible for The L. We did this and it took 13 Earth years to finally force them to leave our planet and solar system. We did so at great cost to us and our planet.  Start the fight now.  They are not easy to spot and are well disguised.  They both (organic and non-organic) are unable to tolerate a certain plant that we introduced in Asia centuries ago. You can use it in both a spray and in food for them.  Yes, they do eat, unfortunately.  Both the organic and non-organic are here in preparation.  They are making plans for transport of your natural resources with undetectable space pods that are in orbit around the planet Saturn in your Solar System.  But, it is not only your natural resources The L want.  They want humans as well as your minerals, plant life, water and anything else they find of value," said The Visitor.

I now had to ask the question I had been thinking of and dreaded asking.  "I understand they want Earth's natural resources.  But, why us?  Why do they want human beings?" I asked.   For the first time, The Visitor leaned forward into the light given off from a nearby lamp. I could see him clearly now.  He reminded me a lot of the late actor Gary Cooper.  Maybe these beings can change form whenever they wanted.  Maybe he knew that I thoroughly loved Gary Cooper movies.   "They consider members of your race, the human beings race, as part of Earth's natural resources.  Unlike minerals, vegetation and other resources, they consider humans as food.....food to be processed so that you are digestible to them. On September 27, 2055, the boarding of space transports will begin on earth to transport members of the human race who will happily walk right into a space pod with no return trip.  Now, do you understand why I say you must get this message out to the billions of inhabitants of this planet and respective governments?  Your very existence is at stake.  You must start the fight now.  In 2040, the introduction of a substance that is totally beyond your comprehension will start the process of wiping out all diseases, mutants and other impurities in your race.  It will be a worldwide human cleansing of which there is no comparison.  By 2055, the process will be nearly complete. On September 27, 2055 humans will be walking aboard the transports with smiles on their faces, not knowing what awaits them....or even care.  There will be no resistance from the drug-induced human population as all your natural resources....and your people are launched into space for production purposes.  All this will take place without one futile weapon being fired.  What The L feared most, the nuclear weapons, will already be disabled at the insistence of The L.   No one on Earth will resist them at this point.  The fight begins now.  You must wake your people up," Said The Visitor. 

I sat in complete and utter astonishment of what The Visitor had just said to me.  I was thinking that humans would be loaded and taken to be used as forced labor in some manner.  I could not have been more wrong.  In much the manner we use antibiotics for cattle to cleanse them of disease, so too will The L do this to the human race.   We both sat there in the darkened den of my home, staring at each other.  It was one of the few times in my life I was at a loss for words.  What do you say to a being, who has come into your home undetected, who has told you the human race is about to be nothing more than cattle at a Texas slaughterhouse?  "I...I don't know what to say to this.  I don't even know where to begin to do all you have suggested I do," I said.  "As I said, Daniel, you are not alone tonight.  There are others, right here in your own country, and around the world getting this message right now.  At this very moment I am certain they are amazed, shocked and perhaps, even skeptical.  But, you cannot afford to be skeptical, and shocked for very long.  You have work to do and it begins with a plant that I can't name to you," The Visitor explained.  "Well, why on earth can't you at least give me the name of the plant, the same plant that you said you introduced into the ecosystem of Earth?  That makes no sense to me,  None!!!" I roared at him.  "I can understand your anger, Daniel.  But, I must tell you that I've already said more to help you than I was told.  I can't explain to you why we are taking a basically hands-off approach to your fight against The L.  I wish I could explain it.  But, just know this....the plant grows almost exclusively in the southeastern part of your country, the United States.  It grows along your transportation system of roads, highways, and interstates.  Take this plant, put it in your food, your water and ingest as much as possible.  The L absolutely will not survive if they ingest the plant either by spray or by eating it directly or as a byproduct of processed food.....human food.  This plant needs to be in the food chain of every human being on earth.  There will be millions, if not billions of you who will be processed by The L.  We suffered greatly also.  But, you can at least make them leave Earth relatively quickly if you do all I have said. Your biggest problem, right now, is to convince a skeptical public.  That includes the people who are reading this information right now" Said The Visitor.

I was numb.  I was just speechless and, yes, I was greatly skeptical.  "You have every reason to be skeptical, Daniel.  But, with each passing second there is no preparation for 2040, when The L start introducing their chemical substance into your lives, it will be even more difficult, if not impossible, to stop The L.   The other people who have been given this information will be in contact with you directly in a manner you do not expect.  How that happens, is not important.  But, again Daniel, you are not alone in this endeavor," said The Visitor.   "You will never see me again, Daniel.  I wish there was more I could say or do.  But, our reasons for not taking a direct approach in this upcoming conflict are valid and to your own benefit.  Your very survival as the human race depends on stopping The L.  You can't defeat them.  But, your species is capable of stopping them, albeit at great cost. I'm confident of that now.  There are other planets where we must now go. We must try to help them as much as we can.  I wish you the very best, Daniel.  I wish Earth the very best in their fight.  And make no mistake about it, it most definitely is a fight for survival."  With that said, The Visitor vanished as abruptly as my .357 did.  I wanted to ask him if he was responsible for the lightning strike and why.  But, he left before I could ask.

You, the reader, must decide if this story should be shared throughout the digital world.  It has taken me 2 1/2 years to just get this story published here on this blog.  I now have a promise of 2 more small blogs who will publish this story.  I am hopeful it will spread to bigger and more powerful venues of information and the readers that follow. That's basically the story, ladies and gentlemen.  Yes, I have been contacted by others who were visited by their own "Visitor" on the same night as I had mine.  They all got the exact same story.  We all made contact by strange coincidences (wrong phone numbers, texts, I even drove directly to a house in another state, as if guided by an internal GPS, to someone who has been "visited.")  We are all working together, 27 of us just here in the United States, to prepare for The L.  We are in contact with others in 188 other countries as well.  We have a network and are expanding.  We are preparing to fight and do as "The Visitors" have told us in how to fight The L.   Sure, we have disagreements.  Sometimes we have disagreements that threaten our very unity in this fight.  We even have questions about our respective "Visitors" that special night.  Could we even trust them as being authentic?  But, we are all in agreement on one thing.............







............KUDZU.  



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