Wings in the woods

I wrote and posted this account on my old website shortly after this experience occurred. I meant to add it this blog before but I’d forgotten about it. Anyway, yer tis:

 

16th March 2009

This was to be my first night staying with a friend in her beautiful cabin retreat in the forested hills east of Perth in Western Australia.

On the first night we were driving back from visiting a mutual friend who lives quite close by. As we descended the winding tree-lined drive to the carport I spotted a huge wolf-like creature. It was sitting bolt upright, over four foot high with an unwavering intense alertness in front of a large tree. Its long coat was two-tone – a pale and a darker brown and it its erect ears were rounded at the tips. It stared at us with a demeanour that stated with certainty that it was on guard and that nothing, absolutely nothing, would get past without its OK. It didn’t flinch as we drove past I looked around but whether it was because trees and scrub were blocking my view or that it had melted out of this dimension it was no longer visible. I had no doubt that it was still there though and that it wanted us to know that…..Something was in the wind.

17th March St Patrick’s Day

It’d been an exhausting day and I decided to retire to bed at about 9.30pm. I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately. Some time later I felt a pressure on the end of the bed as if someone had sat down on it and then I heard a voice say something – it might have been a name and I keep thinking that it may have been ‘Jason’ but right now I can’t say for certain that it was. Immediately, sensing that something was about to occur, I started to infuse and surround myself with white light but for the first time in this life I could not get the white to be bright, only a dull white.

The pressure at the foot of the bed began to shift about and now fully awake and on edge I heard my name called, “Ellis!”. I was laying on my back and I attempted to move but couldn’t and I tried to open my eyes but they remained firmly closed. Through my eyelids I could see moving lights and shadows and then, first of all quietly, I heard wings begin to beat, small wings they seemed; slowly at first. I was only covered with a thin sheet and this began to wave around, rising and falling and the sound and feel of the flapping wings began to move towards my head and they seemed to be growing larger. The wings were now beating very rapidly, like an insect or a humming bird, and the sheet moved up, down, sideways – like waves on water – at the same speed. When the wings got to about my shoulder blades it felt as if whatever it was was hovering and the sheet began to peel back towards the foot of the bed. I could feel the wings brushing my back and then something tapped (or pecked) me hard on the back of my neck. All of this time I had been trying to move to fend this thing off, to get up…do something!

Then I heard a high pitched note and like a coiled spring suddenly released my arm thrashed at the back of my neck but there was nothing there but I was now laying on my stomach. I got up and switched on the light but I couldn’t see anything. I was fully awake and looked for the clock. From previous experiences I was expecting the time to be around four o’clock – they almost always are day or night. I was astonished to see that it was only 23:53.

I could sense dozens of eyes watching me from all around the room as I laid back down and once again proceeded to invoke the armour of bright white light but yet again it refused to work. There were sounds and movement still happening at the end of my bed too and as I lay there puzzling at what this experience had been about and who it/they was/were a thought came to me… I had been asked that day whether I could help someone in their efforts to stop a celebrity who is a child abuser by using shamanic means. Well, here was an opportunity to attempt to do just that. I called on the entity/entities asking them if they were a force for good and if they were I entreated them to visit this pervert and to put an end to his deeds. We’ll see.

And just in case the visitors were of the other stripe I called on my guardians to watch over me for the
rest of the night. I slept well.

 

Note:

Four four time

I have mentioned several times on this site as well as in my book, DOGGED DAYS, that my experiences are always allied to number four. In the morning I realised that the date 17 – 3 – 2009 adds to four (1+7 = 8 + 3 = 11 + 2 + 9 = 22. 2+2 = 4) and the time 23:53 also adds to four. If the experience had happened at 4’oclock in the morning then the date would not have been a four.

Ellis C. Taylor
21 March 2009

 

Immediately following this experience I have had sporadic nose bleeds – something I haven’t had, as far as I can
recall, since childhood.

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