Photo by Andy Munoz
Something very strange happened last Thursday at the house we were renting in Cedar Key, Florida. We’ve held off writing about this experience, partially because of the negative energy associated with it, and also it’s just so damned unbelievable.
Some of you no doubt remember a particularly aggressive and caustic individual, writing under anonymous, who came on our blog under a UFO post earlier this month. He became increasingly hostile in his attacks, particularly directed at one individual. Finally, cj, the person under attack, brought a friend, a psychologist, into the fray. He tried to reason with anonymous, who lashed back with such a nasty assault that I decided that was all for anonymous.
His latest comment had arrived about half an hour earlier when I sat down in front of my notebook computer to inform him that the Powers that Be – me and Trish – would be deleting any future nasty posts from him. I was putting my thoughts together before beginning when we were apparently hit by an earthquake.
Suddenly, my chair started sliding back and forth on its wheels, and a television on a shelf in the walk-in closet next to me rocked side to side. I turned and looked at Noah, our golden retriever. He was laying down near me and was moving back and forth–or rather the floor was moving. It lasted about 7 or 8 seconds.
When it was over, I called out to Trish, asked if she’d just felt anything. She was typing at the dining room table when the table started shuddering. A glass table. The shuddering caused pens to slide, made her mouse bounce around. She thought it was the washing machine, which was in a whipping dry mode. Since the house sat on pilings – wooden pilings, not concrete – she wondered if something was happening to them.
She got up and walked over to the washing machine, then to the window to see if anyone in the neighborhood was hurrying outside. No one outside. The washing machine couldn’t possibly be causing this shuddering. It occurred to her it might be an earthquake, but that seemed so unlikely she thought maybe it was a plane crashing the sound barrier. But planes make sounds.
Until Rob called to her, though, she never said a word. She had also read that latest comment from anonymous and was attempting to locate him on Site-Meter.
It was a startling, but minor incident. I went on to write the comment, essentially sending our nasty buddy on his way, and while I wrote it we experienced two aftershocks, the last one shook the floor slightly and the blinds shuddered. When I stood up, I felt dizzy from the rocking.
Here’s the thing. We don’t have earthquakes in Florida, maybe two or three minor ones in the past 150 years. Now it gets weirder. Megan and boyfriend Andy were in another part of the house and felt nothing. We checked with several earthquake-monitoring sites, and the Levy County emergency website. Nothing. No earthquakes reported. We went out to dinner, talked to several people. No one else experienced it. The next morning, I walked into city hall and got the same response. Yet, we’d been wide awake and the effects were real.
So we began to wonder if the ‘quake’ might’ve been a manifestation of psycho-kinetic energy, the result of the hostility coming from anonymous and our combined angered reactions.
There’s also another level to this story. Just as my comment appeared, addressing anonymous’ exile, another comment popped up from cj, who was upset by anonymous’ attack on her friend. (To be fair, it should be mentioned that the nastiness was coming from both sides of the argument.) I immediately wrote cj and told her what had happened minutes ago. She offered a very interesting response.
At the same time we were experiencing the quake, her dog was throwing up on the living room carpet, and she felt a sharp pain on the side of her head. She went on to speculate that anonymous might have a malefic spirit attached to him that was causing the reactions we’d experienced.
Anonymous made a couple more comments that were removed. He complained how unfair we were being to him, spewed out a few choice words for Trish and me. He came back and said he’d won the argument, we’d lost. Then he was gone. And we were left with this perplexing incident.