TheBlackPanther
12-13-2008, 09:38 AM
Hello, All!
This is my first post at this wonderful website, thus I thought I'd take a moment to share an experience with you that happened when I was around 6 years old.
At the time I was living with my dysfunctional family between Owosso and Ovid, Michigan, circa '61. Our "house" was a basement with an overhang that connected to a garage. Dad worked as a welder for one of the car companies at the time and we didn't have much money.
Then one day reports began coming in over a blaring radio that my dad's live-in girlfriend had placed on one of the inside window sills to listen to music; it was an older man's voice saying something like, "We interrupt this program ... a black panther escaped from a carnival in Ovid, and authorities are searching for it and want you to be on the lookout." ... "Experts say that black panthers will scream like a woman at night and cry like a baby during the day (or visa versa?). The authorities are still looking for it. We'll keep you posted." ... .
Needless to say, being a little kid of whom very little adult quality conversation ever was given to, it didn't take long for me to wonder about what was going on with some strange and dangerous animal lurking in the area. I was fascinated.
It was shortly after the animal got loose that someone took me and my brother Gale (who was nearly two-years older than me) to church. It was very rare for any of us to attend church, but there we were, sitting in a pew listening to a pastor speak.
I was so small that even though we were only a few feet from the good man, I wasn't able to look over the pew in front of where we sat to see him, only hear his voice. And what he said that day so long ago that caught my interest was this: "If you ask God to do something, and it's in His plan, He'll do it. But you have to have faith, you have to believe."
Because I wasn't keeping a journal, I can't say with 100% certainty that it was the same day, that Sunday, or if it was the next day, only that it was around the same time I heard the preacher's sermon that what I'm about tell you occurred. ...
I was running across the back yard after dinner, when the sun was going down, towards a tree that had a wooden platform in it that my two oldest brothers had nailed together, when I called out to God with some excitement, "God, show me the black panther!"
Having shouted that, I stopped in my tracks and looked in front of me and didn't see the cat. I then looked to my right, towards the sun, and didn't see it. I then thought -- while turning my head to the left -- "Maybe I don't have enough belief." But there it was -- a big, black cat to my left and at maybe a distance of 30-yards standing motionless and with its body positioned at an angle so as to give me a view of its full length!
Its eyes reflected the sunlight as it just stood there looking at me.
I didn't hang around! I got a little scared and ran straight to the tree and went up it and stayed on the platform for what wasn't even a minute. I went down and walked back to the basement and sat on some cement steps, somehow knowing that what had just happened was something that was unusual. My brother Gale came out and I told him that I'd seen the black panther and he just said "Oh really?" and went on to doing something else.
(I felt a bit ashamed for not telling my brother that the way it happened was that I'd called out to God. We were just not an articulate bunch ... .)
The next day, I believe it was, I had another vision (as I regard seeing the panther as a "vision," not the actual cat that was on the loose). ...
I'll let this be enough for now and get to my goulash concoction that my stomach is dying to get to. With this you'll at least know why I took the moniker that I took.:veryhappy Thanks for taking the time to read this!:veryhappy
This is my first post at this wonderful website, thus I thought I'd take a moment to share an experience with you that happened when I was around 6 years old.
At the time I was living with my dysfunctional family between Owosso and Ovid, Michigan, circa '61. Our "house" was a basement with an overhang that connected to a garage. Dad worked as a welder for one of the car companies at the time and we didn't have much money.
Then one day reports began coming in over a blaring radio that my dad's live-in girlfriend had placed on one of the inside window sills to listen to music; it was an older man's voice saying something like, "We interrupt this program ... a black panther escaped from a carnival in Ovid, and authorities are searching for it and want you to be on the lookout." ... "Experts say that black panthers will scream like a woman at night and cry like a baby during the day (or visa versa?). The authorities are still looking for it. We'll keep you posted." ... .
Needless to say, being a little kid of whom very little adult quality conversation ever was given to, it didn't take long for me to wonder about what was going on with some strange and dangerous animal lurking in the area. I was fascinated.
It was shortly after the animal got loose that someone took me and my brother Gale (who was nearly two-years older than me) to church. It was very rare for any of us to attend church, but there we were, sitting in a pew listening to a pastor speak.
I was so small that even though we were only a few feet from the good man, I wasn't able to look over the pew in front of where we sat to see him, only hear his voice. And what he said that day so long ago that caught my interest was this: "If you ask God to do something, and it's in His plan, He'll do it. But you have to have faith, you have to believe."
Because I wasn't keeping a journal, I can't say with 100% certainty that it was the same day, that Sunday, or if it was the next day, only that it was around the same time I heard the preacher's sermon that what I'm about tell you occurred. ...
I was running across the back yard after dinner, when the sun was going down, towards a tree that had a wooden platform in it that my two oldest brothers had nailed together, when I called out to God with some excitement, "God, show me the black panther!"
Having shouted that, I stopped in my tracks and looked in front of me and didn't see the cat. I then looked to my right, towards the sun, and didn't see it. I then thought -- while turning my head to the left -- "Maybe I don't have enough belief." But there it was -- a big, black cat to my left and at maybe a distance of 30-yards standing motionless and with its body positioned at an angle so as to give me a view of its full length!
Its eyes reflected the sunlight as it just stood there looking at me.
I didn't hang around! I got a little scared and ran straight to the tree and went up it and stayed on the platform for what wasn't even a minute. I went down and walked back to the basement and sat on some cement steps, somehow knowing that what had just happened was something that was unusual. My brother Gale came out and I told him that I'd seen the black panther and he just said "Oh really?" and went on to doing something else.
(I felt a bit ashamed for not telling my brother that the way it happened was that I'd called out to God. We were just not an articulate bunch ... .)
The next day, I believe it was, I had another vision (as I regard seeing the panther as a "vision," not the actual cat that was on the loose). ...
I'll let this be enough for now and get to my goulash concoction that my stomach is dying to get to. With this you'll at least know why I took the moniker that I took.:veryhappy Thanks for taking the time to read this!:veryhappy