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I See Camo People

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I’m not sure I believe in a sixth sense…or some other level of understanding beyond what is right in front of our nose.  I’m a skeptic by nature and find myself consistently questioning…always needing some irrefutable proof or scientific fact to back up data.  I rarely believe things I hear or read…until I’ve heard it from the horse’s mouth…and am definitely not someone who would be considered gullible.

But a couple of times I’ve…known…things. For instance, I “knew” when my grandfather died.  I can pinpoint where I was when it happened.  And we weren’t even close…but somehow it just came into my head and the next morning I got the call. I don’t know how to explain it and I’m guessing more than a few readers are thinking, “ohhh…she’s cuckoo….I see.”   But it is what it is…and I can’t explain it.

Dan and I were driving through the mountains sometime around 2002 or 2003.  We’d somehow managed to find someone to watch all the kids overnight and set out on a camping adventure in the mountains between Tillamook, Oregon and Portland.  We spent the day on the coast and then headed up into the hills on old logging roads to find a fun place to camp.  If you’ve ever been up in an old logging area, you know the options are limitless and the terrain sometimes rough.

We’d been driving around for hours, just enjoying being childless.  It was well after midnight when we decided we would just head home.  At this point we were many, many miles into the mountains and had not seen another person or vehicle for a very long time.  Dan knew his hunting grounds fairly well, so he sort of knew where we were and that if we kept heading in that general direction we would come out on a main road.  We weren’t ‘lost’ exactly…we just didn’t know where we were.

It was around 1 a.m. when it happened.  For no particular reason at all…and don’t think I’m crazy…I got a flash of an image in my head. I saw a man ahead of us wearing camouflage, but there was no man there.  A feeling of fright came over me.  I turned to Dan and actually said, “If we see a guy in camouflage up here, don’t stop.  Just keep going.”

“Okkkkaaaay…..” Dan said.

“I don’t know why,” I said.  “I just saw it I my head.  Don’t stop.”

And that was the end of that.  Until ten minutes later.

We rounded the corner…and I’m telling you, this is the middle of nowhere…and there was a guy standing on the edge of the narrow dirt road, next to his truck which had a flat tire.  And he’s wearing camouflage.  Of course he is…

So what does Dan do? Why naturally, what anyone would do when their wife has a vision of a scary guy and tells him not to stop.  He stops.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I repeated as he pulled in behind the guy.

He stopped. Damn Good Samaritan…

He patted the pistol next to the driver’s seat and though he would later tell me his heart was about to beat out of his chest, he appeared calm as he slid out of the truck and offered the fellow a hand changing his tire.  It turned out, the guy didn’t have a tire jack, so Dan opened the back of our jeep to dig one out.

I admit, the entire time Dan was digging around in the back of the jeep, I was imagining myself pummeling the guy with the jack handle from behind.  I’m not afraid to admit I was about to wet my pants.  Having never had a vision before…or whatever it was…I was understandably a little on edge.  Pants wetting in that scenario would have been acceptable, in my opinion.

It turns out the man was from the same small area where we lived and we had friends in common.  He was very gracious and tried to pay us for our time.  And I was nice enough not to attack him with my bare hands when he reached in his pocket for some cash…thinking he was going for a weapon.

We changed his tire, chatted about the neighborhood, and went on our way.  He gave us good directions out of the woods that saved us a bit of wandering.  But even as we drove away ahead of him, I watched my mirror; just sure the man in camouflage was the visitor from my late night vision into the future.

Please tell me I am not the only crazy one out there…

 

 

 

 
 
36 Responses to "I See Camo People"
  1. Chaelismommy says:

    I have visions, too… My daughter & husband used to look at me funny, until they figured out I was very accurate with them. They don’t happen often, but when they do, I have learned to listen!

  2. Rebecca Wolowiec says:

    My mother dreamed of every fire my dad got hurt in when he was a fire fighter, including the one where a chimney landed on his head. I dream of conversations, months in advance. The night my grandmother died, I dreamed of sitting at her kitchen table, watching tv with her and just talking. I really think it was her way of telling me she was alright.

  3. maid_marian says:

    Check out The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho from the library.  I love this book and I think it explains this kind of thing perfectly.

  4. Kim Turner says:

    You are not crazy! This is something that runs in my family. Many of my family members have experiences like that. 
    I did something similar about 10 years ago. I was in a car driving through the deserted back roads in rural MD at about 3am when all of a sudden I “saw” a deer in the road. I told the driver to watch for the deer. He of course told me there was no deer in the road. I told him to be on the look out none the less. A few minutes later when the same deer really was standing in the middle of the road I thought the driver was going to make me get out of the car. He was not a fan of the paranormal.

    If only I could “see” the winning lottery numbers!!

  5. Diannie says:

    My husband does the same thing. he will call me from work to tell me to check on some one or some thing. His intuition is almost always dead on. Sometimes it frightens me.

    One night when I was working in an area with no cell service, I was attacked by a man who was there, my cell phone was in the other room and my husband had sent me a text saying “I just woke up, I have a bad feeling, are you OK?”  Somehow I was able to text him back and as I left work I talked to him all the way home. I had worked there for several months and I was never able to send a text or make a call.

  6. iiicrazycats says:

    Yeah, my husband has similar experiences. But as a previous poster stated, he gets frustrated because sometimes they are so vague. They shake him up pretty good too so hesoften woshingnhe didn’t have them. Immglad the Camo Guy was harmless.

  7. maid_marian says:

    I believe in a concept that suggests that we are all psychically connected, if only unconsciously.  It’s been scientifically observed in animal species like rats and pigeons.  Once a few were finally taught a trick, it seems that all the others gained some aptitude and now others can be taught the same trick almost instantly… even on the other side of the world. 
    If The Camo Man was hoping any praying someone would find him, even though he’s in camouflage, you (all tuned in and sensitive to people in need) caught that signal.  The only scary thing about it was that you didn’t expect it.  It’s happened to me on several occasions with varying degrees of clarity.  Sometimes it’s just a feeling that I need to be in a specific area and so I go.

  8. Meg says:

    My mother and I use to meet my grandfather down at the jetty to fish with him every Sunday. One Sunday after a wonderful day of fishing, I remember my  mother was crying as she drove away. I was confused as it been such a lovely day and everything had seemed so perfect. My grandfather, 60 and fitter than most, died suddenly that evening. I asked my mother, years later, why she had been crying that last time we saw him and she said “I just knew it would be the last time I would see him”. Sometimes God speaks to us, sometimes of we listen.

  9. Happy Mama says:

    I relate.  I’ll suddenly hear a song that reminds me of someone that I haven’t thought of in years.  Then I come across something they gave me long ago that I forgot I even owned.  Then suddenly they call me out of the blue or I see them in town by chance.   All of this within less than a week.  It’s fascinating but ultimately useless.  What can you DO with this kind of “premonition”, you know?   Just last night, in fact, we went to a grocery store we never go to “just for fun”.  I thought to myself, “Just watch, we’ll run into someone we’d rather not run into.”  Sure as heck there was a guy I’d had a hideous blind date with over 20 years ago.  Awkward.  Maybe next time I’ll “listen”… and run!  Cool “power”… but too vague to be useful.

    • One time I was driving by the church where we held a funeral for a friend…and the song I put on the slideshow i made for his funeral began to play randomly on the radio. So odd…!

  10. Elizabethdhawley says:

    One night a few years back, I woke up choking on smoke around midnight. My husband turned on the light, and I could see and smell the smoke!  After I calmed down (and he checked the house), he convinced me to just go back to sleep. It took forever, because I was so upset. The next morning, I called my mom to tell her about my strange situation. She interrupted me just as I was beginning to tell her so she could tell me about the adventure from the previous night. Turns out, the dryer caught on fire and my dad had to drag it outside – but not before it filled the house with smoke.  

  11. Lori says:

    Definitely not alone! My mom while completely asleep picked up the phone and called her sister right after her mother passed away. She had no idea; she didn’t even remember the call!

  12. Cait says:

    I’m actually a little surprised the thought never came, that you saw him because he needed help.  Fear can be pretty irrational sometimes, I guess. 

  13. Vicki N says:

    I had a similar experience of “knowing” something. Someone I did not know but knew the kids by sight at the school I was working at, well…I had a dream that he was killed and I remember feeling sorry for the kids. The very next day my mom asked if I’d heard what had happened to Bob T——–, and I said “He’s dead, isn’t he?” Turns out he was killed by fireworks. My mom also experienced something, she had a dream her aunt was killed and sure enough she was walking at night and hit by a car. Weird!

  14. Nancy says:

    I don’t think you are crazy but the title  was  really good.. 

  15. John Steinbeck says:

    ”And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
    There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
    Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

    Drop a rock in a pond and watch the ripples spread out from it. Maybe our lives are that way, and certain things that happen cause ‘ripples’, which move forward and backwards through time. And maybe some people are more attuned to or perceive these ‘ripples’ than others. Just a theory, And ya gotta admit it sounds better than ‘you’re mad as a hatter’….,☺

  16. Lrbassistmom says:

    Nope… Not crazy.  While I don’t necessarily have visions like that, my sister does.  Spring break for both of our families, we’re driving through TX on our way to the coast.  She suddenly goes into freak out mode… “somethings wrong, something’s wrong with David (her #1 son left at home in Chicago)” She pulls out her cell phone and calls, sure enough he had just had a wreck on the freeway coming from downtown….   Me, I predict what people are sick with, or are gonna be sick with months ahead of time…

    No you are not crazy.

  17. Lindameseck says:

    Keep listening to that sixth sense!  I rely on it daily and it is so helpful!

  18. Sue Blakeman says:

    I have a dear friend who has had similar experiences. One example: One night she awoke to the sound of tires screeching and a crash. She sent her husband out to help the accident victims. He found no on in the audible area near their Florida home. The next day she received word that her brother had died that night when a strong gust of wind caused his car to flip on a California mountain pass roadway.

    You are neither crazy nor alone.

  19. Beadmama says:

    I should probably qualify my comment a little and say I don’t think these particular experiences you had were necessarily bad, and I do believe God sends angels among us.  But it’s best to be on our guard.

  20. Beadmama says:

    Well here’s some “coincidence” for ya–I was just exactly listening to a radio program about such things.  My take on it?  It’s real.  And at this point, just freaky.  But maybe have a listen to what this lady has to say:  http://www.moodyradio.org/brd_ProgramDetail.aspx?id=78071

  21. Clddominguez says:

    Not even the only one in Alaska. My mother and I were headed to the grocery store one afternoon and we were on a hwy. I got this jittery feeling. I screamed at her to change lanes, to head to the bank. After doing what I said she turned to look at me and 5 seconds later an 18 wheeler passed in the lane we had been in. Running the red light we were stopped at and speeding to the point that the car shook as it passed. This wasn’t the only time, but it left an impression.

  22. Summer Salter says:

    Not at all 😉

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