A Presence

Dedication:

To my beautiful loving wife, Denise, who walked with me throughout my life and remained faithful and loyal. 

I could not have chosen a better wife nor could my children have been more fortunate to have a better mother.

To my beautiful daughter, Tracy, a nurse of whom we are so proud of, who told me how to write these stories for this book by just Telling the truth and further stating,  Dad with your extensive investigative background, your credible.

To my beautiful daughter, Kelly, our little angel, who lifted me up with her gentle love and kindness that healed me when the road of life had beaten me down and tried to take my soul.

Lastly and most importantly, to the King of Righteousness who made this sinner aware of His presence until that day when we see Him clearly as He truly is beyond this dim reflection in a mirror to rule with Him in glory.

Our souls were lured here, then captured, and encased in a human body to be enslaved here and tortured here until the King of Righteousness returns to free us from our captivity.

All men stumble upon the truth, but most just get up, dust themselves off and walk away.  But some of us stay to wonder and ask why?

For I've been beneath the earth and heard, seen and spoke with people of the past, Lord my God deliver me from this pit. 

Richard Ankony, from the novel  A Presence. 

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Preface

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In your life you have heard numerous stories about animal mutilations, human abductions, UFO’s, crop circles, angels, demons, Roswell and various extraterrestrial life forms.

You have heard them all but hardly ever heard them firsthand or at point-blank range.

For the most part what you heard was an alleged story from someone who heard something from somebody’s Aunt Mae who lives somewhere between nowhere and elsewhere. 

Which for the most part is usually hearsay to the third or fourth degree leaving you to wonder if the story changed considerably from hand to mouth.

If you are a person that is driven from within by an unknown force or unknown reason to pursue and find the truth(s) to your life’s existence then this book may help you.

That said, if you could read something from someone who experienced numerous phenomenons firsthand and who finally was compelled to compile his personal experiences and offer it to you to consider so as to shed light on who we are, what we are and why we are here, would you read it?

If you are an ancient astronaut theorist, conspiracy theorist, UFO buff or most importantly a believer in God, his angels, his adversaries Lucifer, the deceiver, and Satan, the murderer and their cohorts in crime, the fallen angels, then you would have to at least consider reading it.

That said, in this book, I am going to present to you events that happened to me firsthand at point-blank range and you be my judge.

I will therefore show you two events as a preview though out of sequence from the book’s chronological timeline, which I present to you for your initial review. 

If you believe your made of the right stuff as I stated above then I would not have to convince you to read this book for something inside you will command you...you have too!

Why, because there is something presented in this book as far as I know that most probably has never been presented before in this manner.

Therefore, consider these stories that occurred to me firsthand throughout my life that I have told to family and friends who are witness to this testimonial of which I now present to you the reader for your consideration and review.

From The Author

Throughout your life you have heard numerous stories about unusual phenomenon and supernatural occurrences happening to people. 

Yet, for the most part of what you read, seen or were told were stories that at best was third hand information where someone allegedly witnessed something out of the unusual and told it to people who then told it to you which left you to wonder about the story’s veracity. 

Despite hearing and reading about these incredible stories you had no way to determine or confirm the original source of the story or to identify the original author of this paranormal phenomenon regarding what you have just been told or read.

Imagine then, if you will, that the testimony of this unknown author revealed to you a different perspective regarding the human species drama on terra firma then what is being told to us by the government.  Furthermore, this testimony is corroborated by numerous incidents that happened to him where he discussed these phenomenons with his loved ones and friends throughout his life.

Further, imagine that this unknown author finally realized that extraterrestrials and advance life forms were communicating with us on an individual basis throughout our life but we failed to recognize it. 

Moreover, communication with advance life forms were not coming from a binary code or from signature signals from deep space through radio astronomy but rather through visions and dreams played out in real time which has been occurring to you and me throughout our lifetime. 

Furthermore, what this presence revealed to this author was that extraterrestrial transmissions have been ongoing and interacting with humans from the beginning through future predicting visions and dreams.  This in turn made the author aware that these supernatural encounters of transmissions, signals and revelations from another dimensional life force(s) were going unrealized and unrecognized.

That said these transmissions were not happening to him alone but were happening to everyone as a testimonial to A Presence.

Therefore, this would mean what was being witnessed had a totally different twist regarding life in general and could help you realize that the whole UFO, ancient alien question presented to you from mainstream media and the government may be a deliberate diversion to mast and shroud the truth from you and humanity.

Again, the author’s stories, all of which were experienced at point blank range are quite different at times to the U.F.O. phenomenon being revealed to the human race by mainstream media. 

That said, what if the author’s views which were based on observation, training and experience regarding supernatural phenomenon revealed to you a hidden and unutilized power within you that could well frighten you or take your breath away.

Understand beforehand that if you read this book, it may make you cry for you may realize that certain phenomenon’s that have been witnessed first hand by me may have also occurred to you at sometime in the past where you thought it was Just one of those things. 

Though I am but a sinful soul yet still a God fearing man who has throughout my life relentlessly pursued the truth as to why life is the way it is and followed it where it led me which was ultimately to write this book.

So, whether no one reads this book or many do, I do not know, nevertheless I was compelled to write it as a testimonial to who I am and further felt a spiritual obligation that I feel I owe to mankind of whom I struggled with, suffered with, and walked with, as a beast of burden beneath our scorching sun.

Further, as I age I realized sometime in the near future as my mental faculties begin to diminish my memory of these phenomenon’s would pass on to eternity unrecognized, so like a dying declaration I had to preserve this final testimonial of what I witnessed and observed directly throughout my life so that the human species of which I was an integral part of could hopefully benefit from it, even if it be just one.

To this end, I refused to let my experience die on the vine or go unnoticed because something(s) out there has gone to great lengths to reveal to me numerous phenomenons apparently not revealed to the masses as a whole. 

There is a message or messages here in plain view shown to me by an intelligent life force for a reason and purpose. 

That is, it is staring us in the face in plain view yet we still continue to look in all the wrong directions despite the evidence. 

Rather then search for intelligent life forms via bits and pieces of infinite computer code signals sent endlessly through deep space, perhaps our scientist’s could best utilized their efforts by looking in our own backyard to that which is obvious. 

What I mean is, what if universal and organic advanced life forms were transmitting to us continuously and talking to us individually yet we have failed to recognize or have been deliberately conditioned to overlook the obvious of a universal medium of transmissions of visions and dreams?

With this in mind I wondered almost from birth what was the meaning of these signals or incidences that this power or powers were trying to convey to me and for what reason?

I mean how dumb was I not to see the obvious and why did it take me so long to realize it? 

Moreover, why me?

For in the scheme of things almost 100% of the people on this planet do not even know that I am here and will not know when I depart this beautiful Oceania orb which is adrift in the void of space.

However, due to the nature of the phenomenon's I observed, as a human being immersed in this sea of life with you, I believe what I observed or better said what the powers allowed me to witness is a testimonial to their existence or purpose.

Life is a jigsaw puzzle where all of us are given little pieces of the puzzle of the eternity we exist in from the mind of God.  Which means apparently the powers or Power of the universe has decreed that us lepers and nobodies here on earth are very much an intricate and significant part of life as the rich and powerful.

For heaven is within us, as the King of Righteousness has stated and a universal life force has been continuously transmitting but the error is in our reception and interpretation of the data correctly.

For indeed the Creator of this endless universe of all things seen and unseen wants His children to know Him!

With this in mind, I’ve decided that before I depart the pattern of Earth and head back out into the void of deep space to seek my place among the stars again, I must leave behind these certain experiences and truths that I witnessed directly as a testimonial.

I had too!

Why?

Because it may help you to realize you are not alone as you walk through the darkness and evil that surrounds us, which is compounding itself daily on earth at every passing moment.

For indeed we are not alone and that there is A Presence who may not necessarily make conditions here on earth better for you, as you would like, because He is trying to take you out of the earth with all its earthly corruption and not preserve you in it.

Why, because your soul does not belong here, for it has been lured here, then captured here, encased here to be made a slave here to serve the whims and fancy of the evil kings of the earth and their evil powers given unto them from dominions, principalities on high that they pay homage too.

For the sake of the God fearing good men and women out there I realized that I should not depart this earth without telling them about these phenomenon’s which may not only prove as a confirmation to them but also beneficial to their spiritual health and growth.

Lastly, if by chance I should have the good fortune to meet you out there and tell you my story and you state, Why didn't you tell people, for it could have helped some of them?

I will state in closing, "I did, for I left a book or better stated a testimonial as a witness for them and myself, but they walked away! 

My conscience is clear and I am free now." 

A Preview

Chapter 13 - My Sheep Hear My Voice 

For I know my sheep and my sheep know me, they hear my voice and they follow me and no man shall pluck them from my fathers hand.

How did I first begin to learn the truth, when during the first 21 years of my life I considered myself an agnostic at best or a pagan at worse? 

The event I am about to describe happened to me years ago in mid-summer 1967 while I was driving home from a long days work from Cadillac Motor Car Division, Detroit, Michigan. 

What transpired on this fateful day changed my life forever and forced me to seriously question my human existence and the possibility or presence of other life forms and dimensions existing all around us.

This event I always wanted to talk about publicly, but for private reasons, I revealed the matter to only family and close friends throughout my life.

In those days I was assigned to work the assembly line and below that the dreaded pits as they called it.  There was nothing worse in the factory where I worked for a year but the foundry. 

The assembly line, which made mindless animals out of men, was both fast and furious and nonstop work for the greater part.  The pits which was situated directly below the assembly line was even worse for you had to be under a height of 5’10" to work there otherwise your head would slam into the drive shafts and differentials of vehicles continuously rolling above you. 

In my case, as luck would have it, the management failed to check my height and sent me there to work and because I was new I did not complain and tell them I was about 6’2".  So when I started working there every time I would turn around to fix a car part my head would slam into the vehicle’s underbody. 

By the end of the day I looked like a heavyweight prizefighter for my head was full of blood by the vehicle concussions.  Finally, after a few days union officials heard about my situation and responded to my location and when they seen my bloodied condition a black union man in charge ordered me out of the pit immediately.  Though I refused initially to come out against his wishes for I feared I would get in trouble and lose my new job so I kept working. 

Yet, the union man was very persistent and told me again to get out of the pits or he would shut down the whole damn assembly line in the plant.  I still refused, because I did not believe him until he revealed how much power and control the union had at that time when he shut down the entire assembly line in the plant and refused to turn it back on until I got out.

The line was shut down for about 10 minutes at a loss as I recall at about $5,000 a minute.  The high-ranking supervisors in the plant responded immediately to see what the stand-off was all about as I argued with the union man believing now that I lost my job.

The line supervisors and the union officials then went at it nose to nose discussing my bloodied condition and violated work rules. 

One thing was taught to me right then and there was that men were not slaves as the rich and powerful would want us to be but human beings who deserved to be treated with dignity and consideration. 

When the dust finally settled I was given another job up top on the assembly line while learning the truth why workers need a strong union especially after I heard the company loss $50,000 on this minor infraction.

I still didn’t complain though because I came from a $20 dollar a week paper route plus a  $7 dollar a week job setting bowling pins as a pinsetter at Cecil’s Bowling Alley for 10 cents a line on Vernor highway in southwest Detroit. 

After getting robbed a couple times on my paper route in Detroit and almost killed by flying bowling pins at Cecil’s, a $135.00 a week factory job looked pretty damn good to me. 

It gave me enough money to buy a junk car, some smokes, and beer and hopefully find a girl.

In those days a man needed money to take a woman out and your girl was worth fighting and dying for as I was taught growing up.  Moreover, courting and marrying a woman in those days was serious business and when you took a girl out, if you’re a man, you pay the whole bill and open the door for her. 

As I continued to work my factory job to earn my bread and butter I found it almost tedious and routine at times.  Everyday I would punch in and out from the same time clock at the same time then take the same route home and time the same traffic lights down to the second so that I got home nonstop.

On this particular day, while I was cruising back home and driving my 1957 Chevrolet on this sunny and bright day and tired from working the assembly line I was thinking really of nothing but the beautiful day and the sunshine. 

As always, when returning back from the factory, I’d have the streetlights timed down to the second, as all factory rats did, in order to avoid the hassles of stopping and starting in order to save on gas. 

As I headed up Woodmere Street, adjacent to General George Patton’s Park in Detroit at about 45 m.p.h. in a residential 25 m.p.h. zone and approximately two blocks from my home a strange phenomenon occurred from out of the blue.

As I was making my final approach to my home, I then witnessed something I cannot explain.  It was when I got in front of my Aunt Eva’s house approaching the corner turn, when I suddenly heard a voice within my head saying "Slow down!" 

I had never heard this voice before; but my soul jumped when I heard Him, for it was a male’s voice.

It was like a voice from out of eternity, a deep majestic voice. 

It was, as I immediately felt within me, a voice of someone who had immense power and authority, that is, a voice of a King!

I sensed it, yet I knew him not!

Immediately, my car came to a controlled stop.

I do not remember stopping the car or if something else did, but the car was stopped...dead stopped in the middle of the street. 

I don’t know why but my car had been stopped as if by an unseen hand.  Then I suddenly felt that a great-unknown expectation was about to occur at that moment in time, but of what I knew not. 

Something was about to show me the impossibility of probability, coincidence or random luck by getting my attention for a purpose and reason as I sat there bewildered and stopped in the middle of the street looking dumbfounded out my front windshield. 

Still I wondered, for I could not understand what had just transpired yet something indeed had happened outside the realm of my normal day to day experiences and it was not until a few seconds later that I got my answer.

Suddenly as if out of nowhere between the parked cars emerged a little blonde haired girl, I’m guessing five or six years old, dressed all in white from head to toe.  Pretty as a baby girl can be, just adorable, like an angel but human.  She walked out into the middle of the street and stood in front of my car, turned towards me and just stared at me; I’m guessing thirty seconds. 

It appeared she was going to some type of Holy Communion event. 

I cannot explain how I felt but it would be an under-statement to say I was awestruck, speechless and amazed to say the least as I looked at her.

As I sat there inside my vehicle staring at this beautiful blonde haired child, I had said to myself, is this an angel or what, as I sat there motionless.  However, in a moment of time, this beautiful little flower walked back from in front of my car, back between the same cars and onto the sidewalk and then walked around the side of a house and disappeared from view.

Needless to say, I was dazed on what had just transpired and I looked around to see if a parent or guardian was near as the source of the voice.  But there was no one there, no one at all, except for this little girl in white who had just walked away.

I do know, that if I had not stop my vehicle and had not heard this majestic voice in my head I would have injured or killed this little girl, of this I’m certain.  Afterwards, I felt I had remained motionless at that location for what felt like a couple minutes, before I took my foot off of the brakes and started to drive away.

As I drove to my home a few hundred yards from the incident location my mind was racing now for I was trying to figure out what just transpired.  I was trying to make sense of it all or perhaps should I just let it go as, just one of those things.  But this voice came from within my head and not outside of my head and up till that moment in time something like this never happened to me before, not ever. 

Furthermore, no one was around.  This little girl, as I thought to myself, for some strange reason dressed in white as if going to Holy Communion just walks out in the middle of the street and stands in front of my car where I would have killed her and just stares at me for no apparent reason. 

I realized quickly that this was no coincidence or mere chance, but rather there was A Presence of something which started me thinking about God and intelligent alien life forms of which I heard so much about but never gave it any serious thought. 

This event seemed so odd at the time as I ask myself inquisitively, What does this mean?

So after getting home and sitting down to eat, I discussed this matter with my mother who had just made dinner for me.  When I explained the story to my mother who listened intently until I finished, she then for no apparent reason got up and left the kitchen table and went outside on the back porch. 

I said to myself that’s odd what is she doing, so I looked through the window as my mother stood facing east, whereby, she put up her open hands towards heaven and began praying to God in French.

When I saw this, I said to myself, What the hell is going on here, what does this mean, if anything or was it mere coincidence?

When I asked my mother what was all the praying about, she wouldn’t say. 

My father then came in a short time later and my mother told him about it.  His answer was that I was driving too fast and probably heard the child’s father yell at me.

Well, I wasn’t going to tell my father he was wrong or that wasn’t the case, instead for some unknown reason, I asked my mother for my Bible that was given to me years ago as a child in Sunday school, a book that I had never opened.

I opened the book for the first time.

After a short period of time I said the heck with what just happened, though I was glad I did not hurt the little girl, I put the bible down and went on with my day.

The next day I got up and went to work the same time as I did everyday, thinking nothing of what happened the day before.  As always working on the line on another hard and difficult day with my ass always on the chopping block if I screwed up a car placement part, made me look forward to going home.

Finally when the shift ended I was tired and dragged myself up