Since the publication of our book Real Encounters,Â Different Dimensions, and Otherworldly Beings (Visible InkÂ Press, 2013), we have received numerous entreaties fromÂ readers who have found themselves dealing with SpiritÂ Mimics,Â other-dimensional beings that often pose asÂ ordinary men and women in order to accomplish goals thatÂ seem beyond our present human perspective to comprehend.Â Â In appearance, these beings seem to be about 97% justÂ like us, but there is always that 3% or so that betraysÂ them.Â Perhaps it is something in their manner of speakingÂ or their choice of wearing apparel that just doesnât seemÂ quite right.
By Brad and Sherry Steiger
Many of these accounts reported strange encounters withÂ entities that masqueraded as humans in ordinary situationsÂ presented in everyday society, but something seemed false,Â off-key, and strangely haunting. Some of ourÂ correspondents described their encounter playing out as ifÂ they were seeing a ghost in broad daylight walking theÂ streets of their city or as if they found themselvesÂ interacting with a manikin that had escaped from theÂ display window of a department store.Â Most disturbingÂ were those individuals who found themselves temporarilyÂ deceived by entities impersonating their family members.
In his Adventures with Phantoms (London, Quality Press,Â 1946), it seems as though British author Thurston Hopkins was also onto the Spirit Mimics.Â He said that he had comeÂ to recognize a kind of entity that appears to occupy aÂ spiritual no-manâs land, and he described them in thisÂ way:
They are creatures who have strayed from some unknownÂ region. They dress like us; pretend they belong to mankindÂ and profess to keep our laws and code of morals.Â But in their presence we are always aware that they are phantomsÂ and that all their ideas and actions are out of key withÂ the general pitch and tone of normal life.
We have said many times that we are puzzled by the Spirit Mimics true agenda.Â Perhaps they are among the darkÂ entities of ancient times, who seek to enslave the soulsÂ of humankind.Â If this is true, their numbers and theirÂ ventures into our world are happening more often andÂ becoming more common.Â Indeed, it often seems of late thatÂ their program of dominating and controlling humankindÂ might have been accelerated according to some largerÂ cosmic plan to which our species is not privy.
One of our European correspondents who has keenlyÂ developed psychic abilities and is usually able to readÂ people with remarkable accuracy, wrote recently to shareÂ this encounter with Spirit Mimics that she believed wereÂ beings from another world:
I was eating at a restaurant with my husband and daughter.Â I noticed a weird vibration emanating from this coupleÂ right next to us. When my husband left to get our drinks, I looked over atÂ the couple and made direct eye contact with each of them.
They were both:
1. Very tall and thin and perfect looking. My rational mind thought they must be professional models.
2. They had high-cheekbones, very elongated.Â Very blueÂ eyes. No flaws on their faces.
3. They were very well-dressed.Â His hair was perfect inÂ that modern short, blunt cut;Â hers, that short stylishÂ bob.Â She had red hair, blue eyes.Â He had reddish/brownÂ hair, blue eyes.Â He woreÂ very stylish jeans and a niceÂ crisp shirt/jacket.Â She had a stylish sweater, slacks,Â and boots. Usually these beings are not well-dressed.
4. They exuded a sense of eerie specialness, separateness,Â entitlement.Â No warm fuzzy feelings toward us or ourÂ daughter.
What really struck me when I made eye contact was that IÂ could not read them. They blocked me. I think they knewÂ that I sensed they were very human-looking ETs. I love to people-watch and often people watch my daughter.Â Â She is very cute, so I make a lot of eye contact andÂ sense people’s goodness and humanity.Â These beings lookedÂ human, but I did not sense human, but other. They didÂ eat, very small amounts of soup, yogurt maybe a tea.
After we made initial eye contact, I think I spookedÂ them.Â They rose up at the same time and walked off inÂ opposite directions.
I saw he had no keys in his hands, she had no purse. TheyÂ didn’t even say good-bye to one another or hug or do theÂ chit-chat good-bye that normal people might do. I have seen these ETs or some like them so many times over the years, but this was the first time I was not reallyÂ afraid but very curious.
Gary, 67, wrote to us to report that in the spring ofÂ 2003 he was driving through Oregon and stopped for gas atÂ a small station off the regularly traveled highway in theÂ area.Â He was drawn to the place because it reminded himÂ of some of the old gas stations that were popular when heÂ was a kid back in the late 1940s in the Midwest.
When I walked inside, I had the strangest feeling that IÂ had walked into a movie set depicting American life a fewÂ decades ago, Gary said. Â The man who was the obviousÂ owner of the station wore coveralls with the emblem of theÂ gas company prominently placed on the chest of theÂ uniform.Â A white-haired lady behind a small lunch counterÂ gave me a warm, motherly smile.Â Two men in plaid shirtsÂ and jeans who seemed to be typical bearded lumberjacks,Â nodded in my direction and then went back to examining aÂ display of fish hooks.Â A boy, maybe 10-years-old, sat atÂ a table reading comic books that he had removed from aÂ rack of magazines.Â As I passed the magazine spindle, IÂ thought that they must all be collectorâs issues for sale,Â because I saw the covers of The Saturday Evening Post,Â Colliers, Look, Argosy, and True: The Manâs Magazine.Â Â When I saw that the kid was flipping through a CaptainÂ Marvel comic, I couldnât resist telling him to treat itÂ gently.Â It was worth a lot of money.
As Gary walked across the cozy interior to pay for hisÂ gas, the man in the coveralls seemed uncertain what to doÂ with the hundred dollar bill that he handed him.Â IâmÂ sorry, Gary said.Â Thatâs the smallest that I have.Â Iâve been on vacation and I always try to save the largeÂ bills for emergency.Â Now Iâm out of money and needed gas,Â so itâs kind of an emergency.
The man held the bill, smiled, and looked toward the womanÂ behind the counter.
Look, I have credit cards, if that works better for you,Â Gary said.
The woman, the All-American Mom,Â crossed to the cashÂ register and took the bill from the manâs hand.
While she was counting out the bills, one of theÂ lumberjacks spoke to Gary. Â Where you heading, friend?
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Part II continues tomorrow Sunday, September 14, 2014!