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Chapter Six a dazzling red. The technician said he’d never seen a similar anomaly. (Osbern, 1982) I’m saying that there are invisible worlds and beings that populate them. Just because we can’t see them doesn’t mean they don’t exist... Every animal has a natural enemy. And so does mankind. It’s not disease or death, but terrible creatures that watch us all until we become weak. Then they hover around us like vultures picking at a corpse. When this happens, we become broken in spirit. That’s when people do terrible, unspeakable things. They commit suicide or kill others and just create misery for everyone. Often, the victims end up in mental institutions... One of those monsters lives inside of me... she only hurts me when I defy her. I try to stay on her good side. She’s very temperamental and has a terrible temper. The Lady doesn’t like religion, either. She doesn’t believe in God as I do. ...the Lady doesn’t communicate directly with anyone but me. Some have seen her, and she’s left her voice on cassette tapes, but she’s never spoken directly to anyone but me. I can speak to her aloud or in my thought. She knows everything you and I are saying and thinking. When she speaks, she has a woman’s voice. When she’s angry the tone is deeper. The Lady seems to know everything... sometimes we talk about the place she wants to take me to. She says I’Il find peace and rest, no worry, no sickness and that I won’t have to die a painful physical death like everybody else... I have never gone all the way to the place she wants to take me because I was afraid I wouldn’t come back... When I am with her it’s usually a very pleasant feeling - when she’s in a good mood - it’s warm and peaceful... all my problems are blotted out... it’s just a complete silence and we’re together... One thing the Lady doesn’t like is that I pray a lot. She thinks I should never do that. If I don’t stop when she asks me too she gets angry... my praying interferes with my relationship with her... I don’t think she’s afraid of God. When I do go to church, she won’t let me concentrate on what the preacher is saying. ...she distracts me somehow and she waits just beyond the church property line for me to come out... I thought at first that she was of the Devil... I cry about it a lot... when I get depressed about it, the Lady snaps me right out of the bad mood. ...she tells me something about her side of the world - where I would go and what I would do and that changes my outlook and I just perk up. ..no suffering, no worrying, no death, a land that’s filled with promise, where the idea that you can make something of yourself doesn’t exist - you already are something... it feels like a tug-of-war and I’m in the This is a condensation of Ann’s remarks from several interviews: