American Peasant: What it's like to know, a memoir

By David Evans

This is a memoir of intimately personal "supernatural" experiences. From a childhood abduction to an answered prayer; with ghosts, UFO's, and telepathy sprinkled between years of normal life. It is my hope that most readers will find it entertaining, but not take it too seriously and then go about their happy lives. I an

• Language: English
• Publisher: Atticus Publishing
• Release date: Aug 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9781960093592

David Evans

David Evans is author of several books and other publications and productions on blues music and has received two Grammy Awards for Best Album Notes. He is also a 2023 inductee into the Blues Hall of Fame in the category of Individuals—Business, Production, Media, and Academic. His musical performance career has taken him to twenty-three countries and resulted in six CDs. Evans taught at California State University, Fullerton, and the University of Memphis, where he retired as professor of music emeritus.

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American Peasant

What it’s like to know, a Memoir

David Evans

Copyright © 2023 by David Evans.

All illustrations by the author.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023915154

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without a prior written permission from the publisher, except by reviewers, who may quote brief passages in a review, and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by the copyright law.

ISBN: 978-1-960093-57-8 (Paperback)

ISBN: 978-1-960093-58-5 (Hardcover)

ISBN: 978-1-960093-59-2 (eBook)

Disclaimer: This is a memoir of the authors direct experiences and his opinions about those experiences. The strange stories of other people have been described from memory as accurately as possible by the author and have been included because they relate directly to the author’s experiences. Most peoples’ names and descriptions have been changed, and some locations blurred to protect their privacy.

Printed in the United States of America

Thank you to Cousin Eric and his wife Ann for being first proofreaders, for taking impeccable notes unbidden, and for creating a fun and stimulating impromptu Q&A book editing party. You helped me see where expansion and clarification were needed and taught me to stick to my guns!

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the Great and Good

And he saw the Goliaths gathering in the distance…

Contents

Chapter 1: Being Born

Chapter 2: Early Childhood

Chapter 3: The Strange Room

Chapter 4: The Grass Hill

Chapter 5: Six through Twelve

Chapter 6: Audrey’s House

Chapter 7: The Swirling Lights

Chapter 8: Grandma Mary

Chapter 9: Telepathy

Chapter 10: The Flaming Eye

Chapter 11: Ball of Static

Chapter 12: Is This Thing On?

Chapter 13: The Response

Chapter 14: The Prayer

Chapter 15: The Windows in the Field

Chapter 16: A glow in the Fog

Chapter 17: The Statement

Chapter 18: The Ceiling Fan

Chapter 19: Phone calls

Chapter 20: What it’s like to know

Intro

Every now and then, something strange would occur in my life. I would never write the experience down. It would pass as a curiosity. A tale to tell a couple of friends. Then time would erase the moment, and life would be as it was. Through the years, I would hear the occasional strange story that a friend or co-worker had experienced. A ghost sliding cups across a counter, a glowing blimp in a snowstorm, geometric symbols marked in the skin when waking at sunrise, and other out-there things. It seemed this hidden world passed itself around.

One random day in the summer I turned forty-six, someone came to tell me a story of theirs. An experience that had just happened. In that story, I noticed a doorway to the unknown. I decided to approach this door and beckon to the strangeness within. I was just being curious and maybe a little mischievous. And just when I had given up hoping for this strangeness to respond, I got a reply and a little bit more.

This memoir is a collection of short stories. Seemingly mysterious experiences that make an arch through my life and lead up to this door and my notion to pick its lock. I have included some assorted childhood tales; some I have never told, to show the life that I lead as these experiences occurred. To show that these experiences could happen to anyone, though I am aware that not all experiences are the same. Most of the stories of Aliens I have seen on television and read in books are of large-eyed Gray Aliens performing biological experiments upon their abductees. Others of friendly humanoid star people. There are other not-so-friendly stories as well. That’s just the tip of the mountain. I had an experience with Grays in childhood but appeared to have been rejected. My adult experiences were, in some ways, unique. I sent a message on two different occasions, but not to Grays. Part of the rareness of my experience is that I had a description of a specific individual that I was reaching out to and that this non-human Being seemed to resemble a more human-like ancient civilization like the Anunnaki, or maybe one I have not heard of. Each time, I received a response and then a visit from a UFO. Whomever they were, they only wanted to observe me and most likely did not abduct me. I appeared to have made a friend or perhaps befriended a civilization. That is how I like to see it. But did I poke a lion in the nose? I have no definitive picture of who I contacted. I reached out with the idea that they would be more fascinated with the fact that I had figured out how to find them; and have no interest in the humdrum status of my nobody life in the human world.

However, I have not reached out to them again because I cannot think of a worthy reason. I feel like I was lucky to be noticed at all. And besides, all I wanted was to know for sure that they were real. And they made sure that I knew. As I say all of this, I realize that there is a wall of knowledge and experience that I am on the other side of. At present, I do not have the heart to describe all that I see.

Since childhood, no one believed me when I recalled being born. No one else had such a memory. Kids would laugh, and I would look at them and think, well, I know something you don’t know. It was not until 2021, when I joined the experiencer support group OPUS, Organization for Paranormal Understanding and Support, that I came forward with my birth story. I found a whole gathering of folks with vivid birth memories. I remember one member describing theirs as wildly colorful and impossibly detailed. When I compared it to my memory, theirs sounded unbelievable. For a moment, I thought maybe this person was an agent planted into the group to discourage newcomers. This was, after all, a gathering place of highly sensitive information. Why would it not be monitored? I was very insecure about coming forward with my stories. Groups can be hacked, I thought at the time. Or maybe they simply had a technicolor memory. My memory was of light and dark, warm and ice cold, peaceful and world-shattering. The memory is quite clear, and when I shared it, I could not imagine there could be a different kind of birth memory. Obviously, there were people among the group with many different types of experiences; UFO sightings, past life memories, astral travel, conversing with assorted sentient manifestations, abductions by Grays, and a whole lot more. I was just a chef with some seemingly typical abduction moments and a contact experience like none I had heard of. I was familiar with strangeness and had an adventurous nature, so I thought I might find a friend or two I could share the unknown with and feel accepted. Perhaps talk about what we could do together with our connections. For a little while, I felt that I had found a home.

CHAPTER 1

Being Born 1966

As a baby about to be born, I had no learned language to navigate my mind. These short distinct memories were a visual and sensory experience, with my infant emotions acting as my language to myself. The beginning of self-understanding. I remember awakening.

I blink on in darkness.

I simply am awake. I