The Devil Among Us Final

End of March 2026

The chorus in this song below popped into my head the other night. Not all of it, just [Chorus 1], below in bold… The strange thing is, the name was missing. It seemed I needed to insert  a replacement name: Keri. Tell Keri….(5)

April 2026

Keri seems to have gone away for the most part. This is really starting to feel intrusive and this is bothering me. Nothing about this should feel intrusive.

I did some deep thinking - meditation, if you will with the question, “What is going on, this does not feel right.”

After only a few moments into deep relaxation, the answer to my question arrived. “This is not Keri”.

Whoa, let me think about this….

 This ‘Keri’ presence is something else. It has an unknown to me ulterior motive. “How obvious”, I thought, now everything makes sense. Something is impersonating Keri!  Time for “it” (6) to move on.

The fix for this is simple in these situations: Whatever “it” is, it must be refused, ignored, and sent away. All one has to do is say, “NO”, and mean it. “Just say No”, which I have now done. This will be my final answer for the present and the future, No. I refuse to interact with “it” any more. 

Whatever “it” is and whatever its objective or end point is, I can only guess at. However, I refuse to be part of it. So much so, I also asked that an Angel be sent to chase it away. There may be crying and gnashing of proverbial teeth on, “Its” part, but that is not my problem. I’m grateful I was made aware of the situation and have stopped it from continuing.

In a few days, it seems to have given up, and moved on. I must admit, it was a well thought, believable illusion. It was just too intense and intrusive to be unquestionably believable.

I retrospect, starting with the appearance in march of this year, I should not have been so accepting. I should have been as cynical as I usually am about these things. Cynicism saves time and frustration. If I would have asked some pointed questions a month ago, none of this would have occurred. 

Footnotes:

1. There are many ways we pass on when we leave our body behind.

Some people simply refuse to pass on, and they are what we think of as ghosts or poltergeists

The Rainbow Bridge is a real place, which is literally a Rainbow people walk up, and back down the far side. This is a one way trip. When people reach the bottom, they arrive at the Plain of Forgetfulness. Some join friends or family here for an extended stay in surroundings they are familiar with. Most people do do not stay here. 

A side note to the Rainbow Bridge, Death has a small cabin just on the other side of the crest. Death looks like an older country women in her fifties. She wears brown clothes, and glasses. It is thought, there are four or five beings like death, that actually exist, and are female. Of course anyone in this realm of life, will never be aware of their presence. 

Wandering around the Plain of Forgetfulness, is the River of Forgetfulness. When people drink from the river, and they drink and adequate amount, they forget their past life. Now they can walk back to the Rainbow Bridge, walk up and over, and they will be taken and reborn, to lead another life.

There is also the river, mostly called the River Styx, which is a very old name. This river also is out on a flat plain. People walk to into the river, crossing to the other side, where family is there to greet them. What happens after that was not explained to me.

For Christians, we have choices…

Go to the light. Go to the tunnel and enter it. Go to the Pearly gates and ask St. Peter if you can enter heaven. 

There are probably more ways to pass on and thru that I am not aware of….

2. Limbo has several names. It is a place a spirit goes alone to ponder their past life. People in Limbo are in self isolation. They stay here until they come to terms with their past life, and they leave, hopefully to one of the places above.

3. Some people have had hundreds of lives, and do not need help when they pass over. They know where they need to go, and what they need to do.

4. We all have our personal group on the other side. We have (usually) been together since we were first created. To my knowledge, the group size is four to six, but I have limited information on this.

5. 1960 death song. Ray Peterson - Tell Laura I Love Her (RCA 1960)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTjQgkHzbTk&list=RDpTjQgkHzbTk&start_radio=1

Tell Laura I Love Her

[Verse 1]

Laura and Tommy were lovers

He wanted to give her everything

Flowers, presents

And most of all a wedding ring

[Verse 2]

He saw a sign for a stock car race

A thousand dollar prize it read

He couldn't get Laura on the phone

So to her mother Tommy said

[Chorus 1]

Tell Laura I love her

Tell Laura I need her

Tell Laura I may be late

I've something to do that cannot wait

[Verse 3]

He drove his car to the racing ground

He was the youngest driver there

The crowd roared as they started the race

Round the track they drove at a deadly pace

[Verse 4]

No-one knows what happened that day

Or how his car over-turned in flames

But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck

With his dying breath they heard him say

[Chorus 2]

Tell Laura I love her

Tell Laura I need her

Tell Laura not to cry

My love for her will never die

[Verse 5]

Now in the chapel where Laura prays

For her Tommy who passed away

It was just for Laura he lived and died

Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

[Chorus 2]

Tell Laura I love her

Tell Laura I need her

Tell Laura not to cry

My love for her will never die

[Tag]

Tell Laura I love her

Tell Laura I love her…

6. As much as horror movies want us to believe, most entities such as this one are not some demon from hell running rampant, or some other type of monster. The movies and literature would like us to believe so, but it is not true. For example, knocking in the house could be cause by an entity who finds a specific location meets its needs, and it has no idea it is scaring the hell out of someone. Generally, when made aware of the fear they cause, they move on to another location.

Generally they are harmless if one can only say, No, and mean it. Some people believe there we are the third incarnation of life on earth, and the two previous races still exist, but without form or substance. Occasionally they want to be flesh and blood again, and this is one way they go about it. Just say, No, and mean it usually ends the relationship in short order.

The Devil Among us Part 2

 March 2023

A few months ago, I realized Keri was on my mind - a lot. Almost like a cloud of Keri vapor, surrounding me. No matter what I was doing, thoughts of Keri would seep into my mind. Why the sudden feeling she was around me?

It wasn’t any more of that, and I wrote it off to life reflection, that older people tend to do. We wonder about those things that could have been.

 March 13, 2023

One night in a dream, Keri was present and talking to me. Keri told me she had passed on. Keri said she had a good life and family, with two kids. Then came the bomb shell.

Keri told me she would be here when it was my time to pass. She said she was waiting, and would be there to meet me. Then the dream was over. I woke up, and eventually went back to sleep. When I woke, this dream was the only thing on my mind. Keri would be here to meet me when I passed.

My thoughts about this were - all over the place. Was I going to die soon and I did not know it? Why would I have a dream like this? It was not an empty dream, it was a real meet up. It was a coherent cohesive dream, not one of those nonsense dreams. It was real. There must more to it.

I searched the net and found Keri’s obituary in a local paper in the town she was born and died in. The obit was mostly flat and lifeless, as if someone went through the motions of writing it with minimum effort (or emotion) involved. But her age fit, as did her first name, and the number of her children. Given the circumstances, it had to be her obit.

A few days later, the feeling of Keri being around me was back. Because I am a horrible cynic about anything paranormal, I made a plan. I told the Keri (presence), if this was not a dream, or a delusion on my part, and she was who she said she was, and she would be there to meet me when I passed, I wanted some type of proof it was really her. I wanted an irrefutable sign that this was not my imagination.

A couple days went by, and there was no sign it was anything but a dream, or suppressed feelings on my part. I was starting to think it was all my imagination. Three days later, I was reading local news on my computer. There was a story about the town of Keri, in Keri County, NM. It seems a small brush fire was started right outside of town, about ten to fifteen acres were burned before it went out. The article did not mention how it started, or how it went out. There was no mention of anyone on scene putting out the fire. Nor was there a cause listed.

There I was sitting wondering if this was the proof I asked for, or some wild - million to one coincidence? What are the odds of my dreams, a Town and County named, Keri making the news for such a small event, and that I would be reading about it?

It was too many coincidences for me to believe it was anything but the proof I asked for. Rather original, but difficult to refute. There were no other fires of note that month, and it was early for the summer fire season.

Older people I have spoken with, say they have had dead loved ones hanging around them at night. Some dream their dead relatives are coming to get them, I did not feel this was some ominous warning, but it didn’t seem normal either. I have enough going on in my life, and did not need to create a ghost for company.

Perhaps it is what it is, and this women who I knew for such a short time for whatever reason wants me to know that when it is my time, I won't be alone. Keri will be there to meet me. I can take peace in that thought.

Or perhaps it is entirely a coincidence? In the moment, I am really undecided, and I am guessing I won't know, until I know. In the mean time I feel comforted by the thought. You will have to decide on the ending as I won't be able to relay the ending for you...

The Devil's Among Us Part 1

 This is part one of I believe what will be four parts....

This story that had its beginnings over fifty years ago. The ending is unknown. Where does real end and the other side start?

Fall/Winter 1970x - I was about 20 something years old and wild, living in the mountains in the western United States. My summertime life consisted of fishing and weekend parties, usually with over fifty hours of work per week thrown in to provide work/life balance. In winter my life was not much different, simply replace skiing with fishing. I usually had one day off a week - Sunday. I worked the afternoon shift and sometimes Sunday mornings when I was called in to fill in.

It was a warm, dark, after work, fall evening, and my friends and I decided to go to sit in a hot springs south of town, soak in the hot water and drink beer – mainly drink beer. Somewhere along the line, between getting off of work and the hot springs, a couple of young Women decided they wanted to join us. I did not know either of them, and I wasn’t the one who invited them.

Sitting in the In the hot springs, drinking my share of beer, one of the women took a liking to me, though I have no clue why. I was not looking for a girlfriend, and made no sign I was. She had different ideas about my situation.

Her name was Keri. Keri had recently moved to town. She was pretty, pleasant, easy going; a very likable (I thought) young woman. She also wasn’t shy….

I came to find out over the next weeks, Keri’s life was a lot quieter than mine. I was curious how she fell into our group that night, and why she picked me. I never learned the answer to either question. I also learned that late night partying was not her normal life style.

I found I really enjoyed Keri’s company. On the down side we hardly saw each other. There were our night and day lifestyle differences, though I thought we would be a really good fit, almost perfect – if I was looking for a serious relationship, instead of looking for parties, which I was not.

We got along wonderfully when we were together, which was unfortunately rare. Keri worked days, I worked afternoons. We had different days off. Keri, I thought wanted a more normal (sober boyfriend), sane life. Keri did not drink, which limited any additional extra time we may have had together partying. Keri was Mormon, I was an angry wild child in an adult body.

We saw each other on and off for about six months on those rare days we both had time off on the same day. Come spring, Keri decided it was time to go back home. All work, and no real fun was no life for her. And I was the (almost) never present boyfriend in her life. She missed her friends and her social life. We spent her last day in town together. It was one of the best days of my life, though I did not appreciate it how good it was in the moment. I now occasionally wish the day could have gone on for a week or more. If only we could step back the calendar and start over. But, it wasn't meant to be.

I thought of Keri now and then over the years. Wondering how she was doing, and how her life was going compared to what it would have been with me. I imagined her happily married with kids running around. I know she would be a good Friend, Wife, and Mother. She had that kind of personality. Whenever I thought of her, I wished her the best wherever she was, and whatever she was doing.

What's Wrong With Michael Today?

 

All too often lately, I find if I disagree with another person's viewpoint I spend the next minutes listening to, "What's wrong with Michael", rather than why my opinion is wrong, the other person is right, or we simply have a difference of opinion.

Today, I experienced what I think is an extreme example of, "What's wrong with Michael" or perhaps I was in conversation with someone from the "Abraham" Cult? We are out and about and stop at a coffee shop. A person next the sugar/cream/stir sticks, has an Esther and Jerry Hicks book.

I ask if they like the book. They nod yes.

I say, "I really liked their first book. Lots of good stuff. When I bought and listened to the four CD set, it did not sound believable."

"What do you mean?"

me: "It sounded like when Esther Hicks was channeling "Abraham", she sounded as if she was talking through a script, where occasionally she would pause, like she forgot the next line. Then she would continue".

"That's because of the difficulty of communication with Abraham, they had to pause to get the meaning exactly right."

me: "Okay. I guess we share a difference of opinion".

For the next minute, I listen to and mostly agree with comments about there being different planes of existence, different beings on these different planes, communication with these beings, etc. I do not agree about Esther Hicks channeling 'Abraham'.

I may as well have standing there making funny faces and laughing. This person is now visibly angry after their diatribe. I end the  'conversation' with, "You are correct".

I'm think, we have a difference of opinion, to each his own. I wonder, where in the Hick's books and channeling dialogue (?) is behavior like this person's behavior promoted? Nowhere of course.

I walk to my table, sit, chat and finish my tea, giving little thought to the conversation. We all have differing opinions. This exchange had been a little out of the ordinary, but stuff happens.

Leaving the coffee shop, I hold the door open for other Patrons who are coming in and leaving behind me. The fourth person coming out surprisingly, is the person with the Hick's book.

Standing in front of the door, blocking my exit and others entry, they launch into another tirade. The first ten seconds or so is on my poor thinking about the Hick's in general. The next seconds follow about how bad it is I do not believe the Hicks channeling is real. Followed up with - what is wrong with me, my thinking, my approach, my comments, etc, etc.

I spend my part listening and agreeing at times. I want an end to this inane ranting. It is an uncalled for over-reaction, and pointless. Customers are waiting at the blocked door, wanting to go inside and out.

The person becomes even more angry. This has become very, very personal for them. I can see the anger in their eyes. I listen again to why I am not only wrong about Esther Hicks, but how practically everything about me is flawed.

They finally run out of steam, turn and storm away. I am left with the impression they did not hear more than the first seconds of I did not believe Esther and Jerry Hicks were the real deal. They obviously are so angry, nothing I said was heard or matters.

I am not sure why my opinion of Jerry & Esther Hicks channeling Abraham - turned into this very personal and bitter rant. It is in the end, opinion. Maybe they are a member of the infamous Abraham Cult? 

About a year ago, I would write it off to the idea we were isolated for so long we forgot how to be civil in public. Now I wonder, I am attracting crazy for some reason? If this idea seems silly, listen to (read) this. This happened about six weeks ago. 

There is a man with his parked bicycle next to a store front door. As I walk by him to enter the store, I greet him (white man about 50) saying, "What's up Boss?"

He explodes into an immediate and very loud tirade with extreme gesturing and angry overtones. His abrupt verbal direction changes lose me as what he is so angry about. His ranting ends with the statement, the Government is controlling everything and every person in the Country. 

As he stops for a breath, I say, "You are probably right, have a good day". This leads to another immediate angry verbal tirade with gesturing about how can he possibly have a good day when he is being controlled? How can I have a good day as I am controlled too? I say once again, "Have a good day", and walk on.

Some days I wonder, am I attracting this behavior?