During one of my renditions singing “Home on the Range” while driving in northern Montana, I laid down some rubber on the asphalt when a herd of antelope appeared out of nowhere and crossed the road directly in front of me. With my adrenalin immediately rising up, no time to decide which way to swerve, and antelope all over the road, the only action I could take was to blow my horn. As if the herd’s decision was already being implemented, half the herd went left into the fields and the other half darted right. Every one of these graceful fleeting animals was spared from injury, which is still a miracle to me knowing how close some of them were to my bumper. This was the first time in my return journey to Canada that I witnessed animals so close to the highway, and I knew that the incident held some spiritual significance for me.
Later that evening, I Googled “antelope medicine.” According to Native American spiritual tradition, antelope bring medicine to people “who need to learn to use their senses to hone-in on the issues at hand and know that a higher purpose is being asked of them for which they were placed on the earth in the first place. Antelope people learn to use their senses to take action . . right now!” The timeliness of my medicine from the antelope was not yet apparent but would become obvious as my journey continued. In the meantime, I didn’t sing the song for the rest of the day’s driving for fear that I somehow attracted them with the words.
Creeped Out at Walmart
With the antelope incident long forgotten, I arrived at the Walmart in Havre, Montana, shortly after noon. Since I had been fighting a headache all morning, I decided to park at the far end of the ‘Walmart slant’ along a grassy field away from the noise of the nearby highway, the railway tracks, and busy shoppers. It was a very quiet location and made me feel as if I had a backyard to myself for a change. I then had a long nap in blistering heat with most of my RV windows open and only the screen door closed. But before resting, I noticed a small green pickup truck parked at the far end of the parking lot in an area by itself, assumed it to be one of the employees’ vehicles, and thought no more about it.
After my much-needed nap, I then noticed that the same truck had moved to a spot beside me. There was a rather odd-looking man puttering about the truck and wandering near my trailer. It became obvious to me that this man had been in the parking lot most of the time that I arrived and would have been aware of my moves in and out of the trailer and the store. There seemed to be no purpose to his presence, and I became increasingly uncomfortable with his meandering near me.
With the sun now disappearing behind some of Montana’s golden wheat-filled hills and the light of the day becoming dimmer, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle, which has always been my cue to take notice of something. I then heard an inner voice say “Get out of here, now! No time to eat. You need to leave now.” Within five minutes, my supper was put on hold in the sink, everything was packed up, and I was pulling away from the Walmart store relieved to have averted a possible unpleasant experience. The $40-a-night camping fee at Havre’s only overnight RV stop was extravagant but was the price I didn’t mind paying for a few hours of security and peace of mind. It was then that I remembered the antelope’s message and the herd’s abrupt appearance in my life.
Pie in the Sky
During my approach from the south to Great Falls, Montana, the day before, I was distracted by an object in the sky above me.
I scanned the rest of the sky to discover at least five or six of these objects hovering above in an area of heavy chemtrails (for an explanation of chemtrails, see below). 10 minutes later in the Walmart parking lot, the disc-shaped objects were still in the same place in the sky, but most of the clouds had reshaped themselves.
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