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I would say free will and human corruption, greed, and the abuse of power is why we are lied to about everything. I agree it's a slippery slope talking about why some books aren't included in the Canon. I like Dr. Jeremiah Johnston explanation about why the Book of Enoch and other books were not included in the Bible because they fail the tests of historical authorship, divine inspiration, and historical alignment with the Jewish canon.

Serious question... IF we've been "lied to about everything by the powers that be", that would mean God has deliberately withheld necessary information from mankind for some time now. We're not talking about a few years... we're talking centuries. When one studies how the bible got into our hands, he/she vividly sees the providential hand of God at work. When we talk about books that were/were not included in the canon, this gets very serious very quickly.

I got into a car wreck and died and went to the gate with my friend that was driving the car we wrecked. A car pulled out in front of us so instead of rear ending the car we drove off the road. I grew up a few hundred yards away and knew we were going to either hit the big row of cedars spaced out 20 foot apart or go in-between them and hit the field and be ok. That was on Todd Mill Rd in south Huntsville in 2005. January I think. Well we hit the tree that was on the white line. Going about 65mph. I closed my eyes and prepared for impact. We were in a 95 Honda Prelude a little car. I remember everything. I saw my friend Byron Hamby take his last breath then I fought to stay awake but passed out. I remember it all. The pitch dark journey leading through a black portal into the heavens. The white light they see is the opening of the portal. I went through the black tunnel and into the light at the end of the tunnel and stepped out onto a floor of clouds. It led me to a golden brick road through a green meadow pasture to a man at the gates. A set of curved double gates. A swinging door on each side like an entrance to a driveway. Just like those old iron rod beds that are iron but these were made of gold. 4 to 6in gold bars and fence the same way. The gates were arched. Behind him there was a huge wooden white chair. It was massive. Just like the Abraham Lincoln chair. It was the size of a 20 story building more or less. Not a tree in sight. Lush green pasture from each horizon. Clear blue sky. Rolling land. So green it looked unreal, to good to be true. Perfect. The grass was above my ankles but below my knees.

I think that was God's throne. I saw dozens of people standing inside the fence. Golden rod fence with pearls the size of soft balls every 20ft. Tall white man wouldn't let me in. He was wearing an old off white robe. He was every bit of 7ft tall maybe more. He was noticably taller than me for certain and I'm 6ft 2. Had long white hair and a long white beard. Off white robe. And a big staff, wooden.

I never could see my body. I never could control my being. it made me go there. I tried to stop multiple times to think where I was but it wasn't allowing me. Something was pulling me there against my will. When the man at the gate put his hand up telling me to stop I stopped immediately. I tried to get closer so I didn't have to yell but I couldn't move. I remember leaning forward trying to get closer but it wouldn't let me. I was about 40 yards away from him standing on the golden brick road. Ancient bricks.

I never saw Jesus. I never saw God. I only saw who I believe to be Peter and a bunch of people staring at me behind the fence. Some I think we're family members that had passed. I just can't be for sure on that part but I definitely remember the gate keeper, the entire journey, the road, sky and pasture. The throne and people behind the fence staring at me. My friend was dealt with first. The gate keeper wouldn't let me in. He kept telling me to go back but I didn't know where I was or how to get back home. He finally said go back, after repeating that over and over and raising his hand pointing behind me the way I came. On the last time he said go back and added it's not your time, that's when I woke up in the hospital. I told everyone in the room that Byron was just with me, where is he. He was beside me our entire journey and laughing about his neck hurting. Doctors later told me he died instantly of a broken neck.

Who's throne was that. It was built for a giant. A giant that's atleast 45 feet tall. Id say it was built for a man taller than 45 feet tall. But my memory is fuzzy to be exact. I just know for certain the back rest of that chair was at least 100 foot and the flat part where you sit was at least 45feet tall. That I'm completely sure of. If anything I'm cutting those numbers short.

That happened in 2005. We were dead sober during that accident and I remember it all.

Now, what bothers me is, I know ghost are real cause I've seen one and pointed the kid out in a year book at Grissom High School. He looked like an evil spirit for sure. Like he served the devil not God. His dad killed him around 2001 and dumped him on the back side of Green Mountain and that's exactly where my girlfriend and I saw him that evening. Patrick Popel is who I saw. His dad killed himself that night on Dug Hill Rd in Huntsville, it was all on the news, the police surrounded his car then he shot himself. I saw his son's ghost a few years after their death. My girlfriend saw him with me. Plain as day. I will never forget what he looked like. So white and unnatural looking. Glowing aura around him just a tiny bit. Wearing a white under shirt and jeans. It was 20 degrees that night. He was standing on the side of the road as we drove by going 30mph. He was in the woods just off the road as you go down the back side of Green Mountain on the right side of the road.

What bothers me even more is what I encountered in Bankhead Forest in 2015. And again behind my house on Redstone Arsenal last summer. In 2015 in Bankhead I accidentally snuck
Up on 2 beings that were in a thicket beside me and they were having a full blown argument that lasted until I left. I think they were arguing about me. One talking the other one out of killing me. Sounded like 2 huge Asian Cavemen arguing. Way bigger than me. It ruined me. I think about that every day and it ruined my love for the woods. Stuff like that ain't supposed to be real. My son and German Shepherd was with me last summer in the middle of the night when we walked upon something that was standing in a swamp on Redstone Arsenal at midnight. That thing approached us and wasn't afraid of 2 6ft men and a big dog. We could hear water running off it's coat. Every time I turned my headlamp on to see it it would freeze. I should have picked up eyes but I never did. That told me it ain't no animal. No bear is gonna approach us like that. It waded 100 yards through 3ft of water the entire way straight to us as we stood on a bridge fishing at gate 3 and stopped behind a patch of trees 30yds away. We both heard lots of water running off it. It was in the swamp water when we arrived cause my dog knew it immediately. After fishing 45 minutes it started walking to us. I would have left way before it got close but I had a gun on me and a dog that would die for me. It walked down the arsenal fence line straight to us to scare us away. Big loud steps. Heard the suction in the mud too.

I've asked one of 2 full-time game wardens that are stationed on the arsenal what that was. He told me to make sure I carry a gun on me at all times since I go back to sit and wait for it. I was armed because I was standing on the Huntsville property not government property. This happened at Gate 3 on Redstone Rd at the creek/swamp and bridge along the arsenal boundary. He believed me. He didn't know what it was but he said to stop by his office to talk sometime. That was a month Ago when I flagged him down while I was working a mile south of that location inside the arsenal. I will talk to him Again. He didn't laugh me off. He kept talking about Indian ghost on this land.

I swear on my family's life I'm telling y'all the truth. My life was much more pleasant before I knew what was out there. I've hunted my entire life all over New Market and never had anything strange happen. Hunted since I could walk. I'm 45. Took me decades of hunting til that happened. But I had never been in remote areas like that before. Redstone Arsenal has areas where nobody has been since the 1940 purchase or earlier. 40k acres of big swamps and timber. This area was the perfect area to hide. Ain't no bear gonna walk on 2 feet that distance in 3ft of water to bully 2 guys and a dog. So what the hell was that. No soldier is allowed in that area. I know cause I work back in there. Nobody goes in that fenced in area, not even us. We worked on the outside boundaries inside the arsenal. It's never been cut for timber or anything. Nobody sets foot in that area and there's dozens of areas where nobody can go like that. The FBI owns lots of land in that arsenal too that nobody can set foot on. I've worked out there for 20yrs and currently working there. If a monster wanted to hide he could hide there and never be found. I have pictures of the fence pulled apart like something with hands pulled it to walk through. I try to spend time hunting for it but I don't get much time til I fix my house fire damage then me, my son and a friend will be back putting in the time.

The Bankhead encounter, that was in the Sipsey close to Haileyville.

I've heard nephelim is supposed to be covered in hair. I don't know.

But what I do know is there are 2 huge beings on the West side of Bankhead that made me feel like my life was in grave danger and they spoke a language. And I think that's the same type of being that approached me and my son at the arsenal.

https://www.ancient-origins.net/ancient-places-americas/lovelock-cave-003060

I found that interesting a few years back