"Psalm 19"

I've walked through this valley
into the trudged forest below
No longer do I see in a blind world
Everything is done and my demons have been surpressed
No longer will the weight of my own ails crush me
I swear, for as long as it takes
I will never fear and I shall love again
With the light of hope to guide me through
Never again....
Yes, I understand that forgiveness is a sacrifice on its own
But the deed has to be done.
I hope dear Lord, you can forgive me
and accept me once more into your home
Sheild me from the blackness which threatens me
and never allow me to walk alone.
My request is that your wisdom will see me through
and nuture me as I grow
Oh dear Lord in Heaven, may you hear my plea
For now I bid you amen and it shall be.

"Psalm 19"

I've walked through this valley
into the trudged forest below
No longer do I see in a blind world
Everything is done and my demons have been surpressed
No longer will the weight of my own ails crush me
I swear, for as long as it takes
I will never fear and I shall love again
With the light of hope to guide me through
Never again....
Yes, I understand that forgiveness is a sacrifice on its own
But the deed has to be done.
I hope dear Lord, you can forgive me
and accept me once more into your home
Sheild me from the blackness which threatens me
and never allow me to walk alone.
My request is that your wisdom will see me through
and nuture me as I grow
Oh dear Lord in Heaven, may you hear my plea
For now I bid you amen and it shall be.

The Unquestionable Truth: A Continuation of "Something that Happened"

Since my newfound friends Many Paths and Serpent Mound have so many questions reguarding my December 11th blog, "Something that Happened",
I decided to shed new light in what was happening for those 5 months. Hopefully, if they are reading this, they will get the answers to the questions they've asked me.

The attacks began to worsen on May 31st after my mom and I decided to be adventurous and sneak out into the field where the crop circle was while people were sound asleep in their homes. Since we didn't live too far from the formation, we walked out there, carrying only a can of mace, a cell phone, a pocket knife, house keys, and whatever bravery we had at the time. After a few minutes, we reached the Rocky Springs area, barely even a half a mile from the formation. I can recall that there was a new moon that night, and this particular area was dark. From the road, we can see the field, where it was rumored that at midnight, strange orbs of light would actually perform a bizarre "dance" in the field, disappearing only minutes after someone dared to lay eyes on them. It was unknown to us whether or not the rumors were true, but we were determined to see it for ourselves. As I said earlier, this particular area around the field was completely dark, save only the Wal-Mart, which was a half a mile away. However, the field itself was glowing in a bright green color.(We seen this earlier that night, when a friend of the family decided to come out with my mom, my dad, and me to see if the rumors were true or not. His name was Joel. I believe the ICCRA did receive his supposed pictures of the light show, however, since he is the town bull-shitter, they were actually faked. This is why the ICCRA never emailed me back. Joel soiled the very chance at my getting help with my worsening condition with the entity. So, Serpent Mound, that's why I couldn't ask you any questions before.) To carry on with the story, my mom and I immediately took notice of this anomaly and decided to go further. The air was eerily still, like the stillness the atmosphere has before a severe thunderstorm. Once we reached a certain curve in the road, we began to feel nauseated. Mom thought it was because of us being so nervous about being there, but this theory was blown out of the water in a split second. I can remember my chest started tightening up and it was getting harder for me to breathe. A surge of energy flooded through my veins- this wasn't a tingly feeling like before, when I first entered the crop circle, my veins were searing, causing my arms and legs to become numb. My heart was racing so rapidly that I felt like it was to explode at any moment. As this was going on, my mom complained that she was feeling faint from her symptoms. I began to feel the same way, too. We looked at each in shear terror and decided that it was best to flee the area immediately. While we ran, the was a loud roaring noise coming from the direction of the field. Whatever was causing this didn't want us there- I knew that feeling. In the haze, I can recall my mom trying to turn on our cell phone's built-in flashlight, but it wouldn't work. In fact, the phone went completely dead! Once we literally dragged ourselves home, my mom and I were feeling physicaly and emotionally drained. I immediately fell asleep and did not wake up until later on the next day.
People were calling the local newspaper the following afternoon. There were 9 new crop circles in that field. They weren't as big as(what the people in town nicknamed it) Big Momma, but they were circular in shape. It was said that the ground around these new formations was nearly burned to a crisp and gave off a horrible smell. (The ICCRA heard this story and did not believe a word of it. I'd say it was due to the fake pictures Joel sent in. They shouldn't take it out on us because of his actions. We had no idea that these pictures were faked until later. To be honest, I don't know how to use Photoshop or how to fake pictures with a digital camera. I've never had those before. I am more experienced with a 35mm camera, which I already owned at the time.) Please, Many Paths and Serpent Mound, do not make the same mistake that your parter organization did. You don't know how frustrating it is to keep telling someone about what YOU saw, only for them to tell you that you're a liar. Your eyes do not lie to you, nor does your senses or soul. If they could have believed my story, I feel that I could have gotten help with this entity and I could've been given a better explaination as to why my abilities were amplified. I wouldn't have lived in constant fear for 5 months. I wouldn't have experienced so much trauma in my life, such as(what I said in my Dec.11 blog) when people say the word "crop circle". I start crying, suddenly reminded of what happened to me. I will never be the same way again, like I was before I stepped foot in this formation. I am not the same person anymore. However, I should not place the blame on anyone or anything. If fate willed this to occur, acceptance should be made on my part. There must have been a reason for this-I can feel it.

After all this had occured, I started making a list of what was happening, so I can sort of the consistancies to see a certain pattern in these attacks. Here is what I can compile, up until I drove the entity away:

1.) It demanded my attention and my attention only. This thing acted like a controlling individual who didn't want me to have any friends, besides it. I believe this to be a sign that it was either A.) controlling in its friendships when it was still alive, out of a fear that it would be betrayed B.) it saw me as a mother figure, and C.) it began to mimic the habits the of the best friend whom I had lost in all this. This best friend started stalking me and wouldn't leave me alone. Whether it lost its mother at an early age or it didn't have one was beyond me.

2.) All I can say was that whenever these attacks occured, I always felt emotionally drained. I would be depressed for days on end, even if I had a reason to be happy. I believe that's what it's will was.

3.) These attacks would occur around midnight. I have heard that spirits are more prone to come out around this time because the barrier between the world of the living and the world of the dead is thinner.

4.) I believe that it's name was Damien.

5.) It was a violent individual when it was still alive.(This is based from all the terrible dreams I've had.) It never physically attacked me.

6.) It may have ran into some problems in its life, whether they were financial, emotional, or psychological, I don't know.

7.) It was connected to the Rocky Springs area.

8.) When I had the first dream about him(the one where he was standing in the crop circle), he was wearing clothes from what looked like the Victorian or the Great Depression era. After that, he wore solid black.

This is all that I could compile from the events that occured. Serpent Mound and Many Paths, I hope this can answer some of your questions. If you have any more questions or comments, feel free to ask.

The Downfall of Boss: A Saga

As some of you in cyberspace already know, I, Miss A, used to work for a newspaper in my little hometown in the hills. The small newspaper was known all over as the spitting image of a midget National Enquirer and my old employer, an a-hole who I will call Boss managed to run the tiny paper with the help of two people, actually, three when I came along. My first day there was a little okay. I was shown the ropes of the joint, followed by Boss' paranoid rants about Busy Bee, the Sheriff, the Fire Chief, and The Legend(a famous reporter who came from our town). I didn't pay him any mind to this behavior, simply put that no one in town likes the man. I was asked afterward by a lot of people why I chose this newspaper and I would casually say, "Well, I wanted to work for Busy Bee, but he never replied to my resume."
*All the characters in this saga are represented by their real-life personas, however, their portrayal is in this story is entirely fictional. This event did in fact happen in my town, but the convesations, actions, and people involved are used in such a way to invoke comedy. It is not my fault that they act this way and I do not take the blame for their actions. What the reader will get to see now is a resprentation of a Bible-belt town crawling with corruption and the injustice we see on a daily basis. Do not be shocked by what you see-it's a fact of life.
"A lot of truth is said in jest."
~Marshall Mathers aka Eminem~

The Contenders in this saga:

Boss was a plump man in his late 50s. He was, I assume, balding on top, but on account of me being only 4'10, I couldn't tell. The only thing I can tell you about his shiny dome was that he had a little bit of white curls left, which appeared to be the same color as fresh snow when contrasted to his bright red face. His face, however, was neither friendly nor stern, and he always looked like he had something dangerous going on in that senile mind of his. Since I have the odd ability to sense things from people, I can definatelty feel that he always had a Grand Canyon-shaped chip on his shoulder, but he was always one to hide this from the rest of his staff. Because of this, I only asked questions when needed and made sure that I stayed away from him at all times. I always answered him with, "Yes sir" or "No sir" out of a forced respect, which he demanded at all times from everyone in his path.

Busy Bee was a skinny dude in his mid-40s. Unlike Boss, he was completely bald, with the exception of a scraggly goatee on his chin. It is rare that you can see his eyes because he is always wearing dark, Intimidator-style sunglasses, even when he is indoors, prompting me to ask the question, "Is Busy Bee a pothead because only potheads wear sunglasses indoors to cover up their bloodshot eyes?" From all the times I've ever seen him, he never walked normally. His gait was somewhat of a loopy stagger and he always acquired assistance from his faithful and equally drugged out wife, Queen Bee. His claim to fame, unlike Boss, was his rousing article on the effect that DMT has on an individual, one being the "vivid, sexual imagery that someone experiences while taking this drug". Ummmm.....I'm officially scared. My new researcher friends might know Busy Bee. No one can forget an idiot like him. By the way, when he's around, be sure to lock your cats indoors. Why? Don't ask-please!

Bassette is the typical example of a "crazy cat lady". She first appeared in my blog titled, "Meet the F*ckers" as a quiet reporter who went to the National Guard dedication ceremony in early September. Her husband, who I will call Bubba, is a mild mannered reinactor at a tourist attraction in the neighboring city who also works as a forest ranger. Although she was quiet in "Meet the F*ckers", Bassette loves to gossip when she's around her friends at the newspaper where she works. You would think with all the gossip she spreads at work, she would turn her juicy stories into a column. However, she writes about her Cat, her Cat, her Cat died, and her new Kitten, causing many in town to become rather aggravated at the fact that such a good reporter had gone to waste.

The Police Chief himself is an authoritative man when he wants to be. He has been credited with bringing the number of meth labs found in our county down, however, he is in a certain subject of controversy as of late due to the fact that a local political influence got away with destroying a 100-year old building, which will be told in this saga. The Police Chief, like Boss, demands a certain respect while someone was in his presence and made it known. The only thing bigger than his ego was his Jabba the Hut-esque body, which moved and sloshed about in a disgusting manner as he walked around town. It was rumored that a little girl who had gone missing in our town was a victim of his. Word on the street is that one day, he was taking a stroll around the courthouse when suddenly, a little bright-eyed girl of about 6 years old walked up behind him and exclaimed, "Hey, Mr. Policeman!" What happened next was nothing short of disturbing.(If you can't handle hearing things like this, I suggest you stop reading NOW!!!) A few eyewitnesses at the scene say that Police Chief made a sudden turn to see who was talking to him and when he did, that's when it happened. His ass was so fat, that when he came to an abrupt stop, the poor child didn't see it coming. That portly tub of lard immediately swallowed her up, never to be seen again. My sources say that the witnesses were permanently scarred and therefore, needed treatment for the rest of their lives.

Twelveohsheven was like Charlie, that loveable announcer from Charlie's Angels- a man who was never seen but heard. To the people of my little hometown, Twelveohsheven was a mysterious man who ruled the police scanners with an oddball persona and disposition every night. The only thing that we do know about Twelveohsheven is that he is, in fact, a police officer who goes by this number on his car. However, we have absolutely no idea of his true name or appearance. Another thing that we know is that he speaks with a slight lisp, and because of this, the name 1207 has became the well-known moniker, "Twelveohsheven" that many people have came to accept. His sense of intuition, direction, and perception is terrifying, as he is always finding himself lost on even the most simplest of roads in town. It is rumored that the only friend he has in life is a spritely German Shepard named Doofy. Go figure!

Doofy is Twelveohsheven's K-9 partner and also best friend. He follows him wherever he goes. Although he goes by a stupid name, Doofy is anything but. His nose is better at finding drugs than an experienced hound dog and sharper than a freshly tempered Samari sword. According to legend, Doofy's father was one of the dogs who helped sniff out 9/11 victims, but no one in town buys this claim, due to the fact that the local animal shelter has made this comment: "Doofy was a loving young pup that was in need of a home.Thankfully, a friendly police officer who we will call 'Twelveohsheven' has a made a true difference in the life of this dog. He adopted Doofy after seeing an ad in Busy Bee and Boss's newspaper." Whether or not his lineage is legendary, we only know that Doofy is a faithful companion to an unknown police officer in town.

Sammyboy is the reason why Boss came into his downfall. A raging alcoholic, Sammyboy is a political influence who is constantly babied by his Republican father, causing him to get away with anything that he had done in his life. Boss, Busy Bee, Bassette(a reporter who is obsessed with cats. She was first seen in my blog, "Meet the F*ckers".), Twelveohsheven, Doofy, and the other law enforcement in town were on the scene when Sammyboy inexplicably slammed his father's truck into a 100-year old thrift store, destroying it. There is some sort of conspiracy at work with the events that follow.

Daddy B is Sammyboy's daddy. A stern man who goes to the largest church in town just to be seen, Daddy B commands a certain respect from everyone who lays eyes upon him, local or no. Even though we have a new mayor in town, it is rumored that Daddy B controls our city, but this claim could never be proven. Wealthy and arrogant, Daddy B is a big-shot Republican who has somewhat of a political influence and therefore, should not be trusted by anyone. Sammyboy destroyed Daddy B's truck. Instead of doing the fatherly thing and yelling at him, Daddy B gave him a pat on the shoulder and ordered him to go to rehab. He is part of the conspiracy that follows after these events.

Tune in next week to read the Saga itself in.....The Downfall of Boss, Episode 1: Of Pot and Pissants.