Thursday, September 4, 2014
In my previous post, I shared the story in which Carol McElheney apparently got caught in an unpleasant time slip involving a town where she and other family members used to live. It happened in 2006 in Riverside, California. After I posted her story, she sent me an email describing a near death experience she had in 2008. We talked more about it by phone and she gave me permission to share that event.
Carol was a park ranger peace officer who patrolled the American River Parkway on her trained police horse. She has also been a Sacramento Reserve Deputy Sheriff and a CSI. In 2008, she and her family were camping at Shaver Lake in Fresno County, southern California. Around 10 am, the family members were out on the lake. Carol was alone in camp when she felt a pain in her head so sharp that she thought she had been shot. Her vision began to go, alerting her that something was seriously wrong. She knew that at the time she was at risk for a stroke due to too much weight and high blood pressure. She called her husband on her cell, and luckily he was able to pick up and answer.
He hurried back and drove her to a hospital. They diagnosed an aneurysm and felt that they couldn’t help her there, so an ambulance took her to a hospital in Fresno. Meanwhile she was unconscious and having seizures. It wasn’t until about 7 pm when she was finally in ICU being treated. They put her in an induced coma to protect her brain from swelling.
When Carol first came out of her coma, she was alone in a regular hospital room. It was so quiet, too quiet. There were no nurses, doctors, visitors, or loud speakers. At the foot of her bed was a very ugly, real looking reptilian creature holding a black trash bag. He had green, warty, scaly skin, yellow eyes with a vertical pupil, and clawed fingers. He told Carol that he been sent to bring her back with him. He had come a long way, and she was to get into the trash bag. Well, she wasn’t having any of that. She told him she wasn’t getting in that bag. She was too fat, anyway, and wouldn’t fit. He told her that she would get in there and he wasn’t leaving without her. She argued that his claws would tear the bag. If he came a long way, the trash bag wouldn’t last that long with her in it. She wasn’t going. He assured her he wasn’t leaving without her.
They argued for a while. Carol realized that the entity wasn’t going anywhere, so she prayed. She called on Jesus and told him that if he would make the devil thing go away, she would start attending church. She had often passed St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Elk Grove where she lives, and had felt an urge to try it out. She just never got around to it. She shut her eyes and opened them again. She saw sandaled feet going up through the ceiling and the reptilian entity was gone. The hospital was normal again. Carol kept her promise and still attends that church.
The stroke affected her vision and her brain’s ability to interpret what she sees. Today, she speaks and moves normally. Since her problem was neurological rather than physical, she spent some time in a ward where there are psych patients. She had a hospital roommate who told her doctor about seeing “shadow people.” Carol overheard the conversation because they thought she was suffiently out of it to listen. Carol learned about shadow people from Coast to Coast radio shows. Later she assured her roomate that she wasn’t crazy, that lots of people see those things, but when the doctor heard about it, he put the woman in psychiatric 72-hour hold.
I asked about her siblings. Her brother used to see odd, paranormal creatures out his window. He would tell Carol about them, but she could never see them. He had an obsessive interest in UFOs and had many books on the topic. She and I discussed the tendency of alien visitations and paranormal experiences to run in families. Generations can be affected until one individual finds the key to put a halt to it. Often religion plays a part in breaking the cycle. Unless one finds that key, the visitors have free reign in a person’s life without them having asked for it. Nor can they protect their children. If they don’t like what is happening to them, too bad. It will most assuredly happen to their kids.
Often a particular family member opens the door to alien or paranormal visitations. I asked Carol about her family members, and it seemed to me that there was a particular family member that may have unleashed an unwelcome spiritual presence in the generations.
I know what the reaction to this story will be. She had a stroke, her brain was scrambled. She was on medication. She had just come out of a coma. Of course she is hallucinating. And maybe she was, but she doesn’t think so. If her experience was real, it may be an important piece of the alien jigsaw puzzle. Everyone in the UFO community knows about reptilian aliens. They are the meanest, most devious and lustful of all the alien varieties. They are seen on UFOs in many testimonials. You can check my blog index to learn more about reptilian aliens. Such a creature may be what the author of Genesis 4 was trying to describe. Carol, however, did not view this creature as an alien. She treated it like a devil. Her prayer to Jesus had the effect a Christian would expect if it had been a devil. If it was simply an alien of a particular race that came here from another planet, the prayer may not have had any effect at all.
In all fairness, Carol is still learning to see and to interpret what she sees. Sometimes she sees hallucinatory images and has facial recognition problems. A new part of her brain is taking over the vision work. Her first doctor told her that she is lucky she is not in a nursing home. In all of these situations, however, she knows that what she sees is not what is there. She stands by her hospital experience as a genuine deliverance. She feels strongly, and I agree, that had she given up and gone with the entity, she would have died. He was there to take her soul, not her body, in the trash bag.
Monday, September 1, 2014
One has to get to the monthly Sacramento Mutual UFO Network (MUFON) meeting at least a half hour early to find a good seat, so it’s an opportunity to get to know those who are seated close by. That’s where I heard the time-slip tale of Carol Chase McElheney. When I asked her about it at break time, she referred me to Jason Offutt’s rendition of the event at mysteriousuniverse.org, which was the result of a Skype interview. His account read very much like what she described to her seatmates today, so I have referred to his version for facts that I could not recall from having heard the story firsthand.
In March, 2006, Carol, along with her dog, was driving from her home in San Bernardino to the sheep dog trials in Perris, California. Topping a hill, she saw an exit sign to nearby Riverside. Her family had a long history there, going back into the 1800’s. Her grandparents were buried in the local cemetery. Her grandmother and aunt had homes there, and Carol herself lived there for a while after college. It occurred to her that it would be fun to visit the old familiar places there on the way home and wander through the cemetery where her family members were buried. As soon as she thought that, she smelled a whiff of cigar smoke in the car. That was all she remembered of her grandfather, who died when she was a young child.
She drove on to Perris and checked into a motel. After the first sheep dog trials, the pull to visit her old home was strong, so she and her dog got into her car and headed for Riverside. She stopped first at the cemetery, but something was terribly wrong. There were no graves there, and no gate, no driveway, just weeds. She checked the street names. She assures her listeners that she was very familiar with the town. She had been visiting family there since her childhood. It was the correct location.
Next she drove to the street where her grandmother and aunt used to live side by side. The neighborhood had many bungalows that were built in the 1920’s. Her grandmother had lived in a large tudor home with a tall eucalyptus in the front, but it wasn’t there, nor was her aunt’s house. The neighboring homes in her 2006 visit were newer ranch style with bushes. I asked her if things looked consistently older or consistently newer. She said ‘newer.’ Even the house that she lived in for a while after college wasn’t there.
Totally baffled, she continued driving. Riverside City College and Central Middle School looked the same, but University Avenue looked very different. It appeared run down, with scary people and lots of graffiti. The banks, insurance companies, and restaurants were gone. It made her sufficiently uncomfortable that she was afraid to stop and ask for directions. Beyond that, she feared that if she stopped her car and got out, she would be captured by whatever unpleasant thing was going on there and just go missing. After a couple of hours of this bizarre adventure, it was a relief to get out of there and get back to Perris. Her hotel was still there and her key still fit the lock. Things were totally normal in Perris.
Her father died a few years later and wanted to be buried in the cemetery where his parents were. Of course, all was normal at his funeral. The streets looked much like when she lived there in the 70’s. A cousin confirmed that her grandmother’s home and her aunt’s home were just as they were. Her father was buried next to her grandparents. The family had lunch at the Mission Inn, which had been missing during Carol’s ’06 visit.
At break time today, I asked Carol if she was a person that had a tendency to be psychic. She said that she and her husband occasionally have a twinge of psychic insight. She had a hypnotic regression that convinced her that she drowned in WW II. She feels certain that her husband also died then, fueling his obsession with lore about that war. We chatted a bit about abductions and missing people. She mentioned a case where a group of tourists went on a rental horseback ride to Tuolumne Meadows. They took a break near a stream, so one young woman decided to go soak her feet in the cool water. She went behind a boulder and that was the last anyone saw of her. Her body was found high up on a ridge as if she had been dropped there.
So it was quite a day at that meeting. The speaker was a long time Field Investigator with MUFON named Michael Mace. He shared UFO sightings in Citrus Heights and Roseville and a paranormal event in Rocklin (all in the region where I live). The first event began at the Roseville Galleria in September, 2008. It was dark, but the witness could see a large, silent, triangular UFO moving slowly over the city. He made a U-turn to follow it. He pursued it in his car until it moved away too far, but during a walk later on, he saw it again. He saw no indication that anyone else saw it, and he is sure he experienced no missing time. He claims that he and his mother saw something similar over Loomis in 1998.
The second event described occurred in my town, Citrus Heights, at night in 2009. The witness was in his back yard and actually got some photos of the UFO, which comprised mainly of the pattern of lights on the craft. What was interesting about this event is that the light pattern in the photos was exactly the same as an earlier daylight photo of a UFO in Illinois. Both crafts were large triangles with red, green, and white lights. The only noise was a slight, mechanical hum.
Who says the suburbs are boring, declares Mace. Paranormally speaking, my life is boring. I hope it stays that way.