Saturday morning, slept in a bit which my body was really happy about. Then after meditating, I checked on how much the latest video blogs had uploaded to the HBI server. (been having a hard time uploading these back for Baard and Ero to add onto www.ericpepin.com). The wireless signal keeps dropping throughout the night and interrupting the transfer. Will have to send burned DVD’s, because inquiring white cells need to know!
Eric called and invited us over for coffee. This time we brought the camera, hoping that we would get some good blog footage. Turns out he was ready! He sat down for an interview. (this is what I’m currently trying to send over to HBI – 200mbs! But only 2kb upload speeds! Yeah, fun stuff)
We asked him about his thoughts on the trip, the paranormal spots he had chosen to visit, and his reasons for taking the trip. He revealed some information that was new to me about Skin Walker ranch. I absolutely couldn’t wait for the next day where we would set off for Roosevelt, Utah.
Instead of describing the whole conversation, you can check it out on the video’s below. Enjoy.
After the recording, we were all buzzing with anticipation for where we were going (especially in Connecticut) and what was in store for the trip. After interviewing Eric, we took my truck to a mechanic shop to have it looked at (again, the old beast took a long time to start up this morning, caused me some concern, which was captured on video of course).
The mechanic looked reasonably legitimate. We noticed the small town’s utility trucks in the parking lot for harvest maintenance. After they did a scan on it, they said the fuel injector pumps may need replacing, but hard to tell based on the particular code. So they reset the codes, and told me to drive around for a while, and come back when if it turned back on, or continue to Utah and talk to a mechanic there to double check if it’s the same code. Fair enough. Salt Lake was on our way, so that’s what we decided on.
We left from there to go shopping for supplies and found … I’m sure you’ll never guess … a Walmart! A Walmart “Super Center”! All accessories for RV’s were attainable (I hoped)! Not only that, we were able to get full diesel oil changes for our trucks. That was an experience in itself, followed by going to restaurant for dinner along the Snake River.
(yeah yeah I know, too much detail? Get to the good stuff, right? Paranormal, planetary, all terrain entities, and other dimensional tourist stops! Well hey, if I had to go through it all, so should you… ha ha)
Okay, so a few hours later, back at the cozy Villiage of Tree’s, I heard a knock at the door. It was Eric, and beyond him, dusk, a setting sun, and a perfect breeze. He said he wanted to go on a walk. I said I had to change, so he told me to catch up with them. I got my shoes on, grabbed a camera, and stepping out, first thing I noticed was the time of day. The in-between’ish blends and hues of dusk turning into night. Our star Sol was well below the horizon line. And the wind; dry and warm, fluttering the leaves of nearby trees. The subtle yet intense kind that blows just before a storm.
It held the components of a night filled with magic.
I couldn’t tell which way Eric went and it was getting a bit dark. So went into non-thought to locate them, but Hemi beat my stretched out sensory to it, and barked. I saw them all walking down by the fence near Snake River.
Once I caught up, Eric went down this trail beyond the resort, between a field on the left and a pond on the right. After a while he looked up at a cloud with the faint glow of the moon behind it.
I turned and looked as well. Then I saw a hole forming that he must have been opening up for a clear view of the full white orb. It had to have been him. The movement of the surrounding clouds was in slow contrast against the speed of the hole clearing from the moon. First, I smirked, then shifted into the visage.
I remember feeling Eric ‘s presence still standing near me but out of sight for a few more minutes. Then right when I turned around to smile at him, they were much further down the path! I smiled embarrassingly to myself that I mistook my holding his frequency for him actually still standing there. I’d better catch up.
Just then an incredible lightning bolt silently arched across a big cloud in the distance beyond the field. And everything started to feel like a movie.
Gazing toward my feet on the path, I slowed my walking rhythm and listened. The pebbles, small rocks, and dust, crunching under my weight. Taking my mind through the relativity of size. Lightning kept silently flashing every 25 seconds or so, and the breeze lightly danced against my face. I faintly heard voices, and traced them to the other side of the pond, quite a distance out. Wow, the smells were really pungent too. Things were amping up as we continued on and descended out toward the field.
In the middle there was this big auction stand, or stage. We all climbed on and looked out over the horizon for a while before heading back to the RV park. I remember senses a few new tones on that stage. Tones that emerge from a lack of the mind-grid of a major city.
Now it was completely dark. 5 minutes later we were walking through rows of RV’s, listening to the soft hum of fluorescent lights nearby, footstep crunching, and Eric said it reminded him of the surrealness he feels walking through a late night drive-in movie theatre to the center concession stand. A feeling that let’s you almost catch a glimpse or a strong shift that life is perfectly at play, a vibrational dance, and a sign that the force is ever with you. A flavor of reflection that let’s your old soul peek through. And if you hold your breath the right way long enough, it always gets louder.
When we got back to our rigs, I said thank you, good night and settled down for the night. I think everyone was anxious to press on to the next stop. Skinwalker Ranch.
I think you all know what happened the next day! (you guessed it, the transmission in my truck went kaput)
Until next time,
Matt Struve