I get many emails each month and this one came across my desk resulting in this interview. The person wishes to remain anonymous, and thus, will be referred to as “Jane.” Her story is unique to me as I have never heard of an unborn calf being taken from its mother’s womb prematurely and then mutilated. As far as I know, law enforcement has yet to bring charges against anyone in these mutilations that have continued now for decades. Here’s her story and afterward I will comment. (All the names have been changed in accordance with the witness’s wishes).
My story begins on Sunday, January 1, 2005. At least if my memory serves correctly that was the actual date. Our daughter and grandson were living with us at the time: she, having gone through a divorce back in March of ’04. My grandson had received a rifle that year for Christmas. He was excited because he was going to the pasture with Grandpa to check on the cattle and then sight in his new rifle. My daughter was in her room on her computer and I was in my room on my computer. I heard Tom come back in and didn’t think they’d been gone long enough to check both the cattle and sight in a rifle.
In a few minutes I heard the conversation as my daughter Sherri asked, “Did you get to sight in your rifle?”
“Oh no, Grandpa Bob is too mad.” Tom replied. “What’s Grandpa mad about?”
“Someone mutilated my cow.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing so I went to my daughter’s room and asked if I had heard what I thought I’d heard. She stated that what I heard was correct: a cow had indeed been mutilated.
I asked Tom where Grandpa Bob was. He’s outside, but he’s mad. At that point I went outside to locate my husband. He was visibly upset and rightly so.
I was naive enough in those days to believe we should report it to local law enforcement. So I called the sheriff ’s department; I recall asking if anyone else in the area had reported any cattle mutilations. The shock on the other end of the line gave me the answer. I requested they send out a deputy.
About an hour later a deputy showed up. She followed my family out to the pasture where the cow was located. We all know what mutilation means, but to actually see it in first person is quite a shock. I had a sense of icy cold evil around me.
The jaw bone was laid bare, and her tongue, nose, mouth, were all gone. “They” had made a very smooth, precise, rather semi-circle type cut to remove these tissues. The tips of her udders were blackened and her rectum had been cored.
The deputy was trying to tell us that a wild animal was likely to blame.
For weeks, nothing would touch that cow, no coyotes or other regular predators would take any of her for food. The buzzards would sit on her and poop but not eat her, and the carcass lay there for a long, long, time before it eventually rotted away and the bones drug off. Very unreal.
Flash forward to Tuesday morning of the same week. I’m up and dressed and ready to depart for work. In fact, I was walking through the kitchen headed toward the sliding glass doors to leave when my daughter called out to me from her room to ask me a question. As I started to turn around it was like I ran into an invisible hand or force field of some type. It hit me dead on in the chest and I was actually moved back a couple of steps.
I stood wondering what in the world was going on when I felt a tingling sensation in my feet. This sensation began rising upward as I stood there. I began to realize that if this continued, I was going to fall. Luckily for me there was a kitchen chair within arms reach and I grabbed it and literally fell into the chair.
I recall that my heart was skipping a few beats and I was thinking that at any second I would be in the presence of the Lord. After a short time and I was still here, I decided to see if I could get up and stand. Since everything appeared to be normal I went on to work. After getting to work, I kept having the feeling that I needed to call in my replacement and go home. It was just one of those weird things: hard to explain to someone else, but I called her anyway and my replacement said she would be there shortly.
Everything was fine until all of a sudden I felt like someone was poking my stomach with about 10,000 tiny needles. If I sat down and stayed still, it wasn’t so bad.
My replacement finally showed up and I left to come home.
I pulled into my driveway at 10:00 am (keep note of the time). I almost drove down the road just a little farther to check on the cows but just didn’t do so. Instead I went in and just lay down and rested.
That afternoon when my husband got in from work, he went to check on the cattle. What he found was a newborn calf that had been mutilated in the same manner as the cow had been two days prior.
The thing was, the mother cow wasn’t even due for another couple of months. She had previously shown no signs of giving birth any time soon.
After hearing the news, I again called the sheriff ’s department out to file a report and the same deputy came back and took a report, this time saying a panther was probably responsible.
Later that night our neighbor called, having heard about the earlier incident. For the record, this particular neighbor lives right across the road from our pasture where the two incidents took place. Although, from their location they would not have been able to see anything going on.
My daughter spoke with the neighbor on the phone, and told him about our second event. He told her that about 10:00 am that morning their dog was going nuts and looking in the direction of our pasture. His wife looked out but couldn’t see anything. I have to wonder what I might have seen had I gone that way at 10:00 that morning instead of pulling into the drive.
My family has owned this land for over 100 years. Nothing like this has ever occurred before, and hopefully never again. This was not an experience that I would care to repeat – ever!
I can’t explain exactly what happened to me on the day of the second mutilation, although I’ve never felt anything like it before or since.
Also these are the facts as closely as I can recall. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
I feel your work is “spot on” and I am very thankful that someone from “our” side of the fence is tackling these issues.
The story you read is true and “Jane” came on my radio show, Acceleration Radio, and told us about what she experienced. The questions remain: why would anyone do this and then leave evidence of the mutilation unless it was to cause fear?
It’s one thing to read about this here; it’s another to be living it. How would you react when realizing that whoever is doing this does so with impunity?
This phenomenon has been going on for decades and so far law enforcement has not brought charges against anyone that I know of. Linda Moulton Howe created a video a few years ago entitled Strange Harvest. It remains one of the best videos on the subject, in my opinion. What is this strange harvest being used for? What is even more unsettling is that there have been cases of human beings mutilated in the same way. To me, this bears the fingerprints of the Fallen One. Is he using this genetic material to build hybrids? That’s where I would put my money as I believe we are in the days that are like those of Noah. Will we see the return of the Nephilim? Only time will tell.
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