Under His Wings

By Mary Allen

A true story of things that happened in my life that I want to share with everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Feb 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9781489742742

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CONTENTS

Preface

Part One

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Part Two

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Part Three

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Part Four

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Part Five

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Part Six

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Preface

I started to write this book in late 1996, after I finished my mom’s biography. On April 17, 1997, a police cadet stopped me in my hometown. He called his colleagues, and they searched my car and purse. There was nothing legal they could arrest me for, so they made up a wild story. My lawyer said they had turned in the notes I had written for this book as evidence against me. However, during six years of trials, the prosecuting attorney never mentioned those notes.

If the police did this to me because of the notes I had in my purse, I wondered what would happen if I wrote the book. Because of fear, I wrote the book as a novel with a man as the main character and told the story alternately from his viewpoint and from his enemies’ viewpoint. I sent it to only one publisher. I am sure God wanted me to publish the truth back in 1997.

In 2013, a friend in church had been requesting prayer for weeks without telling us what was wrong. She is a dedicated Christian who has trusted the Lord through other serious troubles and now has a wonderful testimony. On January 6, 2013, I learned that she had been having panic attacks. She told us this is the worst time she has ever gone through. My friend’s experience reminded me of when I had panic attacks. That same day I testified in church how Jesus gave me victory over panic attacks.

I know that different problems can cause the same symptoms and one solution does not fit every problem. Sometimes God may just be trying to teach us something. At other times, he may be preparing us for a purpose where he can use us, and that preparation is painful. One example is how David was prepared to be king while running for his life from King Saul. However, in all thing–when we trust God, he can comfort and use us.

If my experience can help others, I need to tell everyone how the Lord Jesus helped me. Also, Christians need to know about a new way we can be attacked by others mentally and spiritually and they need to know that the Bible quote, greater is he that is in you than he that is in the world, in 1 John 4:4 is absolute truth.

I finished writing this book in 2013, but I still did not publish it. Then in April 2022, someone stole all my flash drives (with this book) from my purse. It would be a big loss if someone removed the scripture and tried to publish it. The things that happened in this book are true—only words that could identify the people I wrote about have been changed (including names of people and places). From 1995 to 2022, it has been 27 years since these things happened to me. I have now decided to finish what I started and publish this book.

All Bible references in this book are from the King James Version.

PART

ONE

CHAPTER

1

I used to tell people that I worked my way through college. Now I know that the Lord helped me work my way through college. It took about fifteen years to finish and I graduated with honors in 1984. Then I moved from my rural home to a metropolitan area in the northeastern United States and started a new career in Electrical Engineering on July 7, 1984. Although my major is in Digital Engineering, my first job was in communications design. I loved the job and the people. My manager was a wonderful man with a great sense of humor and as I later found out, a Christian. All our contracts were with a large security agency, so we were required to take a polygraph test. After working there for about 8 months, I took the test on Feb 23, 1985. During the test, I was brutalized by what I thought was a nasty (to put it mildly) polygraph operator, and since the security agency denied everything, I refused to take another test without a witness present. After this, the department boss told me I quit and had to leave the job by Sept 27, 1985. Due to the agency’s response, I assumed the management did not know what was happening in those polygraph rooms. I was told that everything had been audio recorded so I sued the security agency for the audio tape and the polygraph chart through the Freedom of Information Act.

During this time, I started classes at a local college. After the early classes, I did my homework in the library. On my way home, I sometimes stopped at a restaurant and ate a late lunch.

On June 18, 1986, I stopped at my favorite restaurant between 2 - 3 p.m. After I sat at a table, a young man came in and asked if he could eat with me. He said he was a student at my college. I said OK. After he sat down, he seemed to be bursting with some news. He told me a famous college basketball player had just died. He described the athlete and told me his name and a little more about him. I told him I did not know who he was, and the young man seemed surprised. I told him that I did not pay much attention to sports.

While we were eating, this young man asked me several questions. I thought it was just small talk, so I answered him. We discussed where I grew up, and the conditions there. We also talked about other things. Later that evening, I watched the news for information about the athlete who had just died, but there was nothing about him. I even went out for a newspaper that night, but it did not mention him either. I guessed that athlete must not be as famous as the young man thought he was. The next morning, June 19, it hit like a ton of bricks, but the news was claiming that he had died early that morning instead of yesterday afternoon.

I was out of work for about ten months. In future interviews, when asked why I left my previous job, I told them why. I found another job working for a telecommunications company. I was there from 7/86 to 6/88. My supervisor told me that he had worked in classified jobs and his employers knew about the polygraph abuse. His former company prepared their employees for the polygraph. I told him my only preparation was, Tell the truth and everything will be fine. Obviously, my new boss was not afraid of me!

I think it was during this time that I also began a volunteer job with a group called Leading the Blind. I became a leader for a wonderful woman named Christy, who had been blind since childhood. Her husband was legally blind, and he could barely see if he held something up close to his eyes. They became my friends and I saw them regularly for about seven or eight years.

Not long after I started the new job, I received the audio tape and the polygraph chart. The audio tape had been changed! I even recognized some of the things (that I supposedly said on that tape) as being from the conversation that I had with the young student who had asked to eat lunch with me. I told a friend who worked in another government department about this. He said we could not tell who the young man worked for because different government agencies traded their agents as the need arose. I sent the polygraph chart to an independent expert. Although the polygraph operator had told me that he could tell that, I had been involved in some of these things because of the test; the expert said that I did not respond to any question more than to any other question. The expert also said that, at the end of the third session he could tell that I was upset because my responses were as if I had run up three flights of stairs.

In June of 1988, a company called DDC hired me as a design engineer. They designed and built small satellites, mainly for various government agencies, but also for some commercial applications. Additionally, they built buoys for tracking submarines. This company also worked on other government projects that I did not know about until later.

I loved working with computers, but management needed a power engineer and I was assigned to design satellite control boards and DC/DC converters. I also wrote Power CDRLs and produced spec control drawings for components that were not mil spec parts but had negligible outgassing and were hardy enough for use in our satellites. I did just about anything that was needed for power systems.

When I was hired, the company was in a three-story building. My office was on the third floor, close to a large empty office. After I was on the job for a couple of months, that office was furnished and then occupied by a few temporary employees. They worked on editing manuals or artwork layout or whatever was needed most. The demand for temporary employees ran in spurts. There would be a push to complete a deadline, then work slowed until the next project got up to speed. This department often had temps coming and going.

A few weeks later, one of the temps named Roger (who I had talked to several times) asked me to go to dinner with him on Friday and I accepted. We ate dinner at a restaurant and then visited a boat dock where he pointed out his boat. After this, he drove me home. While driving, Roger started talking about investments and I told him I knew I should be investing for the future, but I did not enjoy studying the stock market. He told me he knew of an investment that gave fantastic returns. He said it was investing in illegal drugs. He knew of others who did it–lawyers, doctors and dentists. Then he said, no, not dentists, and he listed several other professions. He said that since you use cash, the transaction could not be traced—so the investor was protected. I could not believe he was casually talking about doing something illegal and I wondered if he were serious. I told him that people who did that might lose their money. He said there was that possibility, but it did not happen often, and the returns were so great that the next investment more than made up for it.

Investing in illegal drugs is a horrible thing to do. It supports a bondage that destroys people’s lives and sometimes even kills them. I told him the idea of investing in ruining lives was despicable. He seemed a bit flustered by my reaction and he looked at me and just laughed. Investing never came up between us again as he drove me home. A couple of weeks later, Roger was gone, but then, temps came and went at a moment’s notice.

CHAPTER

2

A few months after my last dinner date, a friend named Tom introduced me to his friend Mike. Mike was an RF Technician who worked at an electronics company in another city about 20 miles away. We went out a couple of times and Mike told me he was only looking for a friend and I was OK with that. He