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Mark Mitchell's avatar

“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Hamlet

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In the early 90s, I was in the Navy, stationed at Pearl Harbor, HI. It was toward the end of my second go-round in the service, but officially it was my first time in. The real first time for me was from 1978 to 1984, the last four years of which were spent on the USS Coral Sea CV-43. From 1984 to 87 I was a homeless bum. My discharge was honorable but I had a re-enlistment code that wouldn't allow me to re-enlist. So, in 1987 I lied, pretended I'd never been in, and went to boot camp for a second time; Great Lakes it was that time, not Orlando.

In 92 or 93, I had permission one day to be in my barracks room in the middle of the workday. The building was empty except for me. I fell into such a deep mood of despair, frustration and anger, that my chest felt like it would actually burst. Suddenly, behind me, I heard a woman say, "David, you're so funny!" Shocked, I whirled around to see who it was. There was no one there - and yet I heard it exactly as if a woman were standing behind me.

A month later or thereabouts, I had gotten off duty around 3 pm [1500] and was waiting in the empty sickbay building on Ford Island. I wanted to pass the time there while waiting for the small boat to show up and ferry all of us over to Pearl Harbor. Once again, I felt the same horrible feelings while lying down on a bench in the empty courtyard. Suddenly I heard a man that I couldn't see say to me, "Ready to give it up?"

That voice scared the dickens out of me, because I knew he was asking me if I was ready to give up doing whatever I wanted, and I knew the answer to that was, "No." He wouldn't force me to do anything, but, at the same time, I couldn't fool him.

For a few days afterwards, I walked around scared that Jesus was going to strike me down. He didn't, of course.

That was the only two times I heard voices of beings I couldn't see. They sounded exactly, and I do mean exactly, as if they were two human beings standing right there talking to me.

At the Easter Vigil 1995, I was received into the Catholic Church.

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