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Green Warty Things and The Green Warty Man

GREEN WARTY THINGS

Here’s something that happened to me a few years ago. I was in a friend's home; he was gone, I was visiting my friend who was housesitting. The owner traveled to Mexico frequently on business; he owned a store here in Oregon, and brought back folk art, books, and ceramics to sell in his store.

As I was wandering around the home, looking at his extensive book collection, I noticed a large cape hanging on the wall. It wasn’t made of any type of cloth, but seemed waxy and stiff, with little “horns” or very large thorns, protruding from it. The cape was a lime green color. I touched it, rubbing my fingers on the smooth surface, careful of course to avoid those white yellowish stud things. I appreciated the cape for its history (whatever that may be, since I didn’t have a clue) and was drawn to it for some reason, and yet I felt uncomfortable around it at the same time.

I suddenly felt extremely tired. It was the middle of the afternoon, a beautiful day, but I had to get home -- I was just so suddenly exhausted. As soon as I got home I went straight to bed. I began to leave my body; one of those OBE states that happen to me spontaneously and that I haven’t been able to control since I was a child. I wasn’t asleep, but not awake exactly, yet I was consciousness of the bedroom, the open window, the sun coming through the screen and other mundane things. Yet I was paralyzed and rapidly leaving my body. I heard whistles and flutes; from a distance and then getting closer.

The next thing I knew I was in a deep sleep, and I remember visions of chanting and signing, the flutes and whistles again, the cape draped around someone, a man. I couldn’t see his face. We were somewhere; the desert, or some rural country area. It was night and the stars were numerous and very close to the ground; I could touch them if I just reached out far enough.

When I woke up, it was dark, and I felt as if I’d been poisoned. Not actually physically sick -- if I thought I was ill or going to die, of course I’d call 911, lol -- but I mean, I felt as if someone had given me some kind of sleeping pill or something. It took me a very long time to get back to reality. I felt sluggish and my tongue felt thick.

A couple of days later I found out that this cape from Mexico had belonged to a Shaman and was used in special ceremonies. I hadn’t mentioned this to my friend; it was the other way around. He told me that he was told that the cape was used for magical purposes that involved whistles and dancing, and was performed out in the desert, away from towns and especially the Church.

THE GREEN WARTY MAN

Several years ago I was sitting on the bed, reading. My husband was in the other room. I had what I call a “mind post card,” -- it’s an experience that happens every so often, where the picture, absolutely vivid 3-D, is “inserted” into my mind with a sharp suddenness. It’s as if someone had literally slid a postcard, or a slide, of an image (a moving image) into my head. I don’t know where it comes from, or why it happens. Usually it’s a telepathic thing: a preview of something that occurs later that day, or within a day or two. This time however, it wasn’t a prediction of something; it was a “visit.”

This “mind post card” was of a dirty lime-green being, with warts, or bony stubby nubs, all over his body. He had two little stubs or buttons; not horns or antlers, but the suggestion of such. I just “knew” that this being was male. It wasn’t human, but it wasn’t animal. It was maybe closer to human than not, but definitely not human. He was sitting in profile to me, squatting down actually. We were out in the desert -- or, he was. At this point it doesn’t matter; it was as if I was transported, or his whole world superimposed itself onto mine.

He “saw” me and turned his head to look at me. He slowly grinned at me, but this was no happy smiley expression! He was a nasty piece of work! It was clear he knew exactly how I was feeling, and thought it very funny, in a sadistic way. He was also a little irritated I was there -- or, he was here -- that we were in each other’s worlds.

I was so damn startled that I screamed. With that scream he popped out. And again he seemed irritated, it as if he wanted me to stick around so he could toy with me.

To this day I remember that, and it is very chilling. I don’t associate any UFO experience or connection with this (although, with all the high strangeness that often accompanies UFOs who knows) and I wouldn’t say it was alien. Not alien from another planet; not even alien from this earth. In fact, I had the sense it very much belonged here, of the earth, as much as, if not more than, humans.

NOTE: Standard Weird Experience This Really Happened Disclaimer: “This was no dream, no drug induced or alcohol related experience, and I’m not mentally ill.”

The being in the desert 'slide show presentation' took place years before the Shamanic Cape experience. Both experiences involve the desert, plants, green warty things. A connection to be sure. A connection of what, well, that’s something else!


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