I am about to tell of a strange story. It is absolutely true. I realize its unbelievable, but so is the truth. I am not the only one who has experienced what is strange and paranormal. My story goes deep, and is interconnected to who I am in every way. I have had many stories, but for the sake of specificity, I will focus on this one encounter.
I was 17 years old, and with my closest friend, who I still keep in touch with today. We loved to smoke pot and went out to this spot of ours in the woods every once in a while. The woods were on a mountain and so was our spot that we were presently. It was fall, and being in Jersey, the leaves had fallen. It must have rained earlier too. We sat in plastic chairs; I facing downhill and my brother (close friend) facing up hill towards me. Suddenly, he asks me, "What the hell is that!?" "What are you talking bout man?" I replied. "Turn around." The sun had just faded over the mountain and so shades of gray covered all of nature: the leafy ground, edged rocks, and barren trees around us. We must have been there for an hour until we realized the presence of something bigger than us. Up the hill in the woods, around 30 to 50 yards in distance, stood a creature, 6 foot in height, looked like silhouette of a human shape; but the most obvious thing standing out about it, was its eyes.
Its eyes protruded from its face, and its head was much bigger than a humans. We both made eye contact with it. It stood their staring us down, penetrating every barrier that existed between us and this alien. We were afraid of what we were seeing, and we were both seeing it together. Its eyes luminated; bright luminescent glowing white eyes. At least double the size of a human eye, and in the shape of Orbs. It stood there, swaying its head from left to right but never moving its eyes off of us. I could not see its body, it was darker out now, but the eyes of it were in plain, clear sight. The eyes contrasted in the dark, were brightened by the dark. It looked like it was floating the way it moved from side to side and back and forth.
After 10 minutes or so of having a stare down with this creature, or rather, this creature having a stare down with us. I suppose it began to feel more comfortable with us, or maybe it was just messing with us for fun. It walked further away, then closer, and then when it would turn its head so that one eye orb would fall out of sight but the other remained visible: just like if you look at a human from the side, you only see one eye but you know two are there. It wasn't done with us though, it stood there watching us, only turning its head for a short moment. This creature penetrated our spirit. Went inside our bodies and minds. My friend saw two orbs and a 3rd eye above them. I only saw two orbs. We were right next to each other, and my memory serves me right. I know I saw two eyes, he says he saw 3. How is that possibly connected? That we both are looking at the same object, looking back at us, but we see it differently, yet nearly the same? I don't know what this thing was, but its eyes still shine through the back of my mind. The experience still vibrates within me. It is one of those experiences you can never forget. Never stop thinking about. I have read of stories where people have seen insane things but the person next to them could not. How is it that my closest of all friends, experienced this with me?
We sat in amazement having a staring contest with Pan. As I call him. We were like, "Should we go towards it?" But we were too afraid. We thought we would die if we did. Fear ran through our blood. Fear which still is there. I can feel it, just as my friend still does. We have been watched ever since. After 20 or so minutes of communing with this God/Goddess we ran out of the woods and didn't look back.
Our fear and confusion would turn into peace and love. Wisdom. I still fear though, and this creature still communicates with me subliminally and on the physical plane. My life is a trip, my spirit a dream, my wisdom, unseen. To be chosen is a great gift indeed, but a curse of loneliness. Once you have seen the beast, you can no longer hide. You become brothers with the beast. One with the beast. Oh Pan, You are the beast, and ye penetrate every word I speak. In certainty and within Faith. The massess suffer and are slain by the beast, the ignorant, the low, whilst his chosen sheep he tends like his flock, protects them, feeds them. Gives them life. But first steals it from them.
If you would like to discuss more with me and my experiences feel free. I am not normal, and being possessed as such, realize the insanity to which I am inclined, so as far as you believe I am insane, or society believes. What is relevant, is that we are different, but we are all the same. Pan touches all of us whether we wish or not, he is above us, controlling, and deceiving. He is the trickster, the christian devil, the almighty that we should bow in fear too. How do I know? Because the creature has shown me my purpose, has shown me my destiny. I am here for you. And everyone else. But my message remains hidden only to those who seek. I do not wish to enforce my beliefs on anyone, I only wish to show, that belief exists.
The Great God Pan