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As you may have read in my travel blog, I did a lot of traveling as a kid. Not that I was always enthused about it, as was the case with my first trip to Gettysburg.
At age 9 or 10 I had no interest whatsoever in tramping through a bunch of rock filled fields where guys I'd never known had died a gazillion years ago. Maybe if I'd known what was in store for me that morning I would've been more interested in Gettysburg.
I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.
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A panel of experts dissected my case over a 2 year period and unanimously determined I was honest about my ET experiences and that they were legitimate.
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Here I share my ET experiences with you
It was cool and drizzling the morning my dad dragged me kicking and screaming to Gettysburg. I wanted to be in the hotel pool swimming. I'd swum until rather late the night before so was still tired when we got to Gettysburg. I told my dad the family should go on ahead, I just wanted to sit down and rest for a bit and I'd catch up to them in a minute.
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I sat down on a boulder in Devil's Den and closed my eyes. Suddenly I had the feeling I wasn't alone.
I opened my eyes and looked to my right. There next to me sat a full blown apparition of a Confederate soldier.
I studied him intently from head to toe. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks. His boots were worn and muddy, and the front of his jacket was largely covered in a crimson stain.
"Howdy Ma'am", he said to me, tipping his hat.
I eyed him suspiciously. "I'm not a ma'am, I'm a kid", I replied. He threw back his head and laughed.
"I think you're dead, like a ghost or somethin' " I continued. "And you look like shit."
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He threw back his head and laughed even harder, slapping his knee as he did.
"Well, I suppose I do. I done went and got myself shot. That's what I love about y'all Patty. Y'all always tell it just like it is." he chuckled. "But y'all best watch your mouth or your stepmama will wash it out with soap again."
How did he know my stepmom washed my mouth out with soap when I cussed?
He talked funny, like my cousins from "Missoura".
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I just do."
"Well aren't ya gonna tell me yours?"
"Name's Adam."
Adam and I got to talking and I found I rather liked Adam. He told me about the war, about the wife he'd left behind when he'd gone off to war, about how much he missed his mama's peach pie.
Then his face grew serious.
"Y'all have a secret, Patty. A secret y'all don't tell anyone..."
HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT MY SECRET?!!
It wasn't something I was comfortable talking about. I stared at the ground silently and played with my shoelaces. But somehow it felt safe talking about my secret with Adam.
"The kids all make fun of me," I whispered. "Call me devil and witch and stuff..."
"Y'all nevermind what those kids call you. What ya'll have is a gift, a gift that will help many people in the future - including those kids that make fun of y'all. Never be ashamed of that gift, Patty."
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With that he said he had to leave and he disappeared into thin air. I ran to catch up to my family, having already decided I wasn't going to tell anyone about Adam's visit. Who would believe me even if I did?
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Dad was taking us to some Civil War museum but my mind was on Adam. Once inside the museum, I felt drawn to a photo in a glass display case, staring at it intently. The caption below the photo read "Anonymous Confederate soldier found dead in Devil's Den."
I found myself feeling slightly incensed at that caption and thought He's not anonymous. His name was Adam!
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But as it turned out, they were far from through with me on the Civil War front either.
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Who did Adam, my Confederate ghost turn out to be?
Think about it for a second...
Adam of Cardamon?