Friday, June 21, 2013

Tales from the Trailer Park Chapter 3: Jesus or a Peanut Picker?

There are a few paranormal incidences that I have happened to me during my childhood before I even knew what paranormal meant. Including de ja vu.

The first thing that happened was the day that Jesus came to visit me.  I know you’re thinking I’m a fucking liar who the shit are you that Jesus would visit me.  Well, you’re wrong, I’m not a liar and you’re right, why in the hell would he visit me.  I will tell you the story and if you have any ideas, please feel free to contact me and fill me in.  Because to this day, many years later after the experience I can remember it very clearly.  I remember my thoughts and my feelings I had at that moment.

My older niece Katie was living with us at the time, she was I would guess around 15 years old at the time.  My Mom worked at a jiffy store in our town.  She worked there for as long as I could remember.  Our neighbor, the one with the cool tree was the Manager of that store and also my Mom’s boss.  My Dad wasn't working and we only had one car, he used to drive her to work every morning, she had to be there at 6am. And he would help her set up for the day.  At this time we had an above ground swimming pool in our backyard. I told you, we were like the freaking Hilton's!  Attached to the swimming pool was a big wooden deck built by my Dad and my brother.  Part of the deck was 3 foot higher than the rest, we considered that our diving board.  We decided that when dad left to bring mom to work we would slip outside and go swimming.  I remember that we were excited to do this because we had never been swimming so early in the morning.  So, Shawn, Katie and myself got ready and headed outside to go swimming.  We had fun, running and jumping off the diving board and playing games that all kids play while swimming.  You know, that stupid Marco Polo game!  Shit, I hated that game, I never won!  Anyway, we had been swimming for about an hour and I got out of the pool to jump off the diving board.  I remember looking down and seeing Shawn and Katie in the pool and I had clearance to jump.  Right before I jumped I looked to the right out into the huge field that was directly behind our house.  We had a chain linked fence that wrapped around the whole backyard.  The field behind the house had been many things over the years, so my mom had told me.  Peanut and watermelon fields were just a couple. At this time I don’t know if there was anything growing in the field, but the grass was very short and not over grown and no trees.  Anyway, I remember looking right and seeing a man standing in the field.  I’m getting goose bumps right now just thinking and writing it all down.  The man was wearing a white robe like cloth and had a long brown beard and long brown hair.
 I felt like I stood there and stared at him for an hour.

I couldn't look away.  Looking back now, I didn't think it was Jesus then, I had no idea who it was.  I was  thinking who the hell is that man.  He never moved, he never said a word that I could hear, plus he was farther away and I wouldn't have been able to hear him anyway.  I snapped out of our staring contest and I jumped in the pool.  I stayed underwater, I was scared and freaked out, I didn't want to come up and see him again.  I thought it was weird that a guy was standing in a vacant field watching children play in a pool.  I eventually started to feel my lungs burning for oxygen and came up for air.  I looked in the direction of where the man was standing and he was gone.  I remember asking Katie if he had seen the man and she said no.  I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but  I know it was somewhere between 8 and 10 years old.  So, that was the story of when I Jesus came to visit me.  As I've gotten older I've come up with a few ideas of why Jesus came to visit us that day.  My first thought was, he was coming to tell us that the demon that was living in the trailer next door was officially gone, we scared that bastard away with our tampon grenades we through in there.  And, the second thing I thought was actually more serious.  Maybe he was looking after us, he was making sure we stayed safe that day swimming with out and adult being home.  Or, maybe it was some fucked up homeless guy looking for peanuts.  Who the shit knows.  What do you think?

Thanks for reading,


Stay tuned, next week for a little more paranormal activity


  1. Long robe, long beard, long hair huh? Sounds like the dude was either a member of a religious cult or just escaped from the nut house. One in the same really.

  2. For sure it was Jesus (but pronounced like the Spanish "hey-zeuss"), a friendly itinerant Hispanic laborer looking for work in the peanut-watermelon fields. Totally harmless. And everyone survived the swimming without an adult -- so a good day, all in all!

  3. I think the mind is a powerful and mysterious organ. I believe it possible to see what we want or need to see. I've never seen Jesus but I've seen strange things in my life.

  4. I say Jesus playing lifeguard at the pool. Yea...let's go with that.

    Cool story. ;)


  5. Great story, who knows who or what you saw that day but I do believe there are angels all around us so maybe it was an angel or spirit guide, all I know is I got goosebumps reading it

  6. Who knows? Stranger things have happened. I guess it matters what you think it was. Good story , I love the unknown piece. It's nice to think it could have been something more than a field hand. Again, who knows?

  7. I'd like to think it was Jesus in the peanut field looking after you--maybe something WAS going to happen to y'all out there alone and he prevented it by being there to watch over you. Hey, my Hubs has seen him, so I take this stuff seriously...

  8. I would like to think he was Jesus or a spirit guide. Love that I gave you goose bumps :)


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