……A mysterious hitchhiker
As I was writing my spiritual book, I kept gathering supernatural experiences from others, as well as recalling and writing down my own over many decades.
This one is not really spectacular…. just one of these weird experiences that make you go “hmmm.”
I have mentioned before a friend I run into at a local tavern. His first name is Bob and he is a former Navy and Coast Guard officer, and worked as an accountant at the local paper mill (before Wall Street closed it down, even ripping out the train tracks, devastating this town both economically and psychologically).
He has eight grandchildren, is a very handsome, distinguished-looking older man, and is universally liked and respected (the way my own father was). I call him either “Bob” or “sir,” because he is in his nineties. He walks with a cane. He has his two drinks, like clockwork, and goes home punctually to his loving second wife.
Anyway, he knows I am writing about the evidence that there is a higher world than ours. (Thank God 😉)
So Bob told me yesterday evening a story from an experience he had in the 1960s, which he said was “someone who was not what they seemed to be.” He said “I have run into people who appeared in my life suddenly, and then disappeared just as suddenly, and no one knew who they were or where they came from. They did what they had to do, d were gone.”
“I was driving from Ontonagon to Ironwood with my wife.
The southern shore of the western Upper Peninsula on Lake Superior
Suddenly, an old man with a cane and a satchel darted in front of my car, waving his arms for me to stop.
He had crossed over the road to the driver’s side, and I had to brake hard to be sure not to hit him.
My wife and I were sitting in the front.
And he smiled at me when I halted, and then, just without a word got in the back of my sedan, and closed the door.
I was taken aback, of course, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted. I asked him “How far are you going?” He answered: “I’ll let you know.”
And then he said “Here is fine” — and I stopped and he got out at a campground this side of Ironwood. Thanked me — and was on his way.”
I asked him was the man in any way unusual.
No, just an older man, neatly dressed, but it was so weird to see one out in the middle of the countryside, with nothing around, and a walking stick, needing to hitch a ride.
And it seemed as if he was in command, and knew where I was going, to Ironwood, and that I would go far enough for him.
A quiet sense of command…. There was just something sooo unusual about the whole experience.
My wife felt it too.
I replied that maybe he was either an angel or some kind of ET who made a mistake and materialized in our dimension 50 miles off-course ;-), and so he simply needed a lift like any of us would. He had no car; I guess he did not bring one with him from wherever he came. 😉
Bob looked at me to end the story, and nodded with a smile to me, with raised eyebrows and a shrug, and gave me a significant look, as if to say
“Who can ever know? It was one of those very weird things.”
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