The Oak Leaf Part II of 2

When The Oak Leaf glittered as the only way I can describe the visual when it entered into my tent, it stopped short from where I first saw it on the other side of the floor mat for shoes to just a few inches inside of the doorway. I still had tears pouring from my eyes, and I was sweating a lot more than during the daytime. There was no breeze nor any wind, and the tears fell from my eyes like water from a faucet slightly left on. I continued to hold my sleeping bag to cover the majority of my entire body and majority of my face, petrified of the possibilities. The figure that looked similar to an older Baby Yoda reference approached the tent area, and stopped at the mat area of the tent while The Oak Leaf hovered between three to five inches within the doorway inside of my tent. I remember making a few whimpering sounds and I remember I attempted to scream, though I could only open my mouth slightly and only whimpering sounds were the sounds I could make. I had thoughts racing through my mind wondering how stupid I was to think I could do a sweat lodge in my backyard for three days, I thought of multiple possibilities of neighbors along the other sides of the two roads whomever could possibly see and the possibilities of, I remember thinking about how ignorant I was to think I could be safe, amongst so many other thoughts.

Then the hooded to a degree figure was fully illuminated by The Oak Leaf, as I guesstimate so I was illuminated since I could feel the heat from The Oak Leaf almost similar to a lightbulb that was on for hours to the heat levels oof being close to. I could see clearly within my tent as though it was daytime with the additional if there was a flashlight or a dome light at the top central area of my tent, yet it all stemmed from The Oak Leaf in an equally balanced viewpoint of the illumination within the thin fabric. I could see each item that was along the grey tarp like material, and the areas where there were no objects or myself I could see the sheen of glimmering from The Oak Leaf. The older version of the appearance of the Baby Yoda swiftly moved from the edge of the mat too the back patio to where the Compaq laptop was, and swiftly was at the mat area before I could blink multiple times naturally while the tears continued pouring from my eyes.

My headache pain was completely gone for the first time since I woke up from my coma and the closest I have ever had to such lowered pain levels was after a SCUBA Dive, for the reference with the exception of my SCUBA Dive at the USS/USNS Genera Hoyt Vandeberg as I was more exhausted than in pain in the difference of being energized and excited. “The Adventures of Susan MeeLing, SCUBA Diver Extraordinaire” details much of the situations though not of my personal sensations regarding those particular experiences. However the sensations were not the same per The Oak Leaf in the slightest, especially at first.

The figure had almost human looking feet, though I did not count how many toes it had it looked somewhere between five to seven toes that were a bright coloration between a blue-ish green-ish hue for the areas I could see. The what I consider being fabric was a darker coloration almost black, though a darker brown. It was not a cloak, though there was a hood type of appearance to the fabric, and again I searched for anyone at all to see if it was the same as my children’s biological father who made fun of me for studying religion to no avail. The Oak Leaf stayed at around the same height as it was before I moved it upwards or downwards or diagonally, and the tears I continued to use the sleeping bag as the only fabric to wipe my tears in the area from what I prepared. Then I saw my dagger and when I looked at it to make an attempt to reach for it since it was unsheathed, it became sheathed and moved towards the doorway in a swift movement without my movement or the figure’s movement.

That was when I knew for certain, this was not a prank and there was absolutely no one else nearby that would be capable to assist me.

To be honest, I was ready to die at that point in time. I knew there was no way for me to grab my dagger to defend myself, just as I knew there was nothing that I could do. The Oak Leaf illuminated even more brightly and blinded me briefly, and I covered my eyes with my sleeping bag. I remember thinking to myself that I was going to diie when I heard, “You are going to live, and you are going to be well.”

The tears continued pouring and I could sense my tshirt being wet from the amount of tears that my sleeping bag did not catch, when I looked at the digure whose flesh kind of changed from the blue-ish green-ish coloration to a greener color. Not the lime green that the baby Yoda I saw the commercial for around the year oof 2020 or 2021, though a bit darker in the greenish coloration with a lesser amount of the blue-ish coloration. The face was wrinkled and the ears were heavily pointed the way faeries are depicted, and the same colorations as the rest of what I guess would be considered as skin.

When The Oak Leaf moved closer to where I sat curcled up in the fetal position, the being put up a hand with three or four fingers and as I made an attempt to scream, I could not make a sound. I could hear myself for the last time from that point in time, as since then I have not heard the sound of my own voice unless I was recorded and it was played back or when singing and I mess up the key of the song. I asked the doctors about that once, though I forgot to mention the situation in reference to The Oak Leaf regarding the situation from the last time I heard the sound of my voice without a recording playback.

In reference to the Star Spangled Banner and my attempts to hear the sound of my own voice from the acoustics or my Official YouTube Channel, the easier is to hear through the recordings than the acoustics and I do not know why. I know there was a humming or zapping type of sound from The Oak Leaf the whole time, as the sapping sounded more similar to static electricity when the initial touching of a light switch when you rub your feet along the carpet and then the zap from the electrical similar to when the tower situation at Medical Hold Unit in the year of 2000. The being left the tent area as The Oak Leaf remained hovering in the tent, the whole time I was trying to scream though the sounds of The Oak Leaf had overshadowed any possible sounds for the time. When the being returned to the front entrance of the tent it was holding the laptop from the patio table, and the sights on the laptop screen were much to my dismay of the sights.

The being then spoke to me while pointing at the screen and similar to the year of 2011 regarding The Map situation that I described to only a small number of individuals and then put into writing, of which there will be in this typing the lengthier factors when I get to that chapter. The screen showed only still image pictures and the being spoke to me about each one, then after each picture I was asked what I would do. In some ways similar to the Rorschach Ink Blots though full highly detailed images, the images then in the year of 2004 looked in a higher definition than the high definition televisions in the year of 2023 at Best Buy’s television section back then in the year of 2004. At first I did not want to answer, though the being with the wave of it’s hand to move The Oak Leaf then was just a few inches from my face. If it would have had a nose, then the nose would have touched my nose. However the on a human face where the nose would be, there was what would be I presume its flesh that went from the area between it’s multiple eyes downward to what would be on a human being it’s chin.

Using human being references to describe the physical facial appearance, I did not see anything that resembled much hair upon the head the ways most individuals have hair. There were random strands of hair upon the top portion of the head, though not similar to balding spots as there were random strands of very thick strands of hair spaces apart from what I saw where the appearance of a type of hood was partially on top of its head. What I consider being its face was oval to a degree, yet a rounded oval in a horizontal way almost similar to an almond shape. The ears were pointed directly upward mostly or instead of a ninety degree angle to the ground, possibly an eighty or eighty five degree angle. The eyes were rounder in the darker coloration and wider and larger where the whites of what would be human eyes would be around the entirety of the coloration that seemed black, though it was the evening hours and thus I do not know if there was a different shade or coloration beyond the glimmering from The Oak Leaf. The nails were the same bronze-ish coloration of The Oak Leaf or a bright Quercus color in the beginning phases of fall, though the skin tone was similar to the spring time coloration of the green when the hue had possibly from the illumination situations and/or possibly from The Oak Leaf colorations combinations per the being’s skin tone.

The reality is that even to this day in the year of 2023 I could not identify a gender of male or female from the physical appearance, or from the voice itself from the being as The Oak Leaf sounds and the buzzing sounds from the lampposts and the house lights were not in a capacity for me to distinguish even now in the year of 2023 from that year of 2004.

I did not think to ask many questions, yet the being seemed to know everything before I could stop wiping the tears from my eyes and whimpering. I utilize the term “whiny little titty baby bitch” when describing myself in certain circumstances, and within that particular situation I definitely consider myself within the capacity of such because of the fact of the amount of my tears and the amount of my fear. Grandpa Nichols tried to tell me that he knew of an oak leaf in the military and when I described several portions of the situation with The Oak Leaf, he said he would award me a few oak leaves for this situation amongst a few other awards. I told him about my crying and he said that he would have cried too, though I thought he was just saying that to try to make me feel better about turning the color of my sleeping bag from a red to a maroon coloration.

Thus the pictures and the flashes of the illuminations are still difficult for me to remember all of them, though they were even more frightening than just the situation itself. Having the images and the illumination situation with The Oak Leaf the whole time and the being, I then saw shadows of other beings that varied in sizes. In a reference to “Finding A Silver Lining” regarding the “like attracts like” again I am uncertain if the Gimby and/or the Tic Tac situation is per the around abouts of the same timing, though the factors of the reference additionally of my car Zippy per such if hypotheticals of like attracts like though in the differences thereof to that particular reference. I am uncertain if per The Ornery PSA journal blog updates that I had completed in my journal blog on my website www. susanmeeling .com may have been in a counteraction to what I subconsciously picked up from the Tmobile and Sprint merger fully unaware of the Obamacare Phones admittedly, has anything to do with my own internal memories from The Oak Leaf and/or just my own concern and/or a combination of both to some degree. What I do know is during my time in Zionville Indiana prior to my hospitalization I prayed for a sign that I was accurate as I prayed for a sign that I was accurate during my hospitalizations, and that I was only upset because of the situations combined.

I received my signs that I specifically prayed for through different specific discussions, and specific days of the numerical portions combined as some I prayed in a whisper and others I prayed silently for in the year of 2023.

I remembered I had typed about situations while fighting against what seemed as though a push in a different direction, internally knowing that I was on the correct pathway and was successful in the years of 2020 and 2021, though also in other years prior though after the year of 2004. In my prayers I begged for the correct way for me and differently than The Oak Leaf in 2004, I was answered. In 2020 I learned of the United States of America’s Space Force formation and I also learned of the Gimby and/or the Tic Tac situations, and while that was a lot to process for me personally I still speciate the signs. I had not heard of Mutual Unidentified Flying Objects Network before then, though I find it odd that the speeding warning I received was when I was on my way to Ohio in the year of 1999 and their headquarters from what I saw is in Cincinnati Ohio I learned in the year of 2023 shortly before typing this paragraph. If per The Ornery PSA and the aspects of the Preface for this book are any additional signs, possibly in the year of 1999 the speeding warning could be seen in a different capacity per those whom are far more aware of pop culture than I am per the year of 1999 per the differences of 2020 and/or 2021 and/or 2022 and/or this year of 2023 that I type this possibly into the year of 2024 depending upon the point in time of this particular book.

I do not know of the situation is Gimby and/or the Tic Tac was a friendly type similar to Zippy my car hypothetically, though I know after a certain point in time I stopped having tears pouring from my eyes uncontrollably. I listened to the being as it spoke to me, though I was still scared from its appearance since I had not seen anything similar to it before the time of seeing commercials for the Baby Yoda in the year of 2020 and I thought it was cute per the difference. Putting into words the being looked similar to such in an older sort of way took a length of time, admittedly because of what I have already clarified in my journal blog The Ornery PSA in reference to the timeframe of Irving 2011 of what I will go through later within this book regarding the admitted lack of faith I had in reference of individuals I once knew and others in a general overall way because of how much I was dealing with. However a song that an individual had told me that reminded him of me by Lady Antebellum called Compass, the lyrics seemingly being a calming factor regarding the timing.

The solar eclipse in the year of April 2024 the timing of is of importance to me in reference to a multitude of factors, some include the fact that is has been over 800 years since exactly where I am will be one portion of importance. Another being the Crossroads of America while also being the last solar eclipse totality is another factors, in addition to the fact of the month of my SCUBA Diving when I landed at the bottom of the ocean in August of 2009. There is significance in my SCUBA Diving pictures per the 6 and the 7 per the eight month in the year of (20)09, per the sequence twice of solar eclipses of the totality that I will have such factors of God willing per the two major significant events of 2004 in San Antonio regarding The Oak Leaf and 2011 in Irving The Map. There are several other factors of coincidences, though such are just a few alignments that have caught my attention regarding this situation.

Personally, I did not have an opinion officially regarding both situations of The Oak Leaf and/or The Map mainly because of my own admitted fears during the exacts. I have sensations and consciousnesses of, though I acknowledge my biases of truly trying to convince myself there have had to be others per such situations that could be proven. However I am unaware of any situation specifically per the factors though I know the following year in 2005, I knew my hairstyle needed to be the way I created it and I needed my hair color to be the bright reds I chose for me personally. In “Finding A Silver Lining” I went through several reasons mainly religious factors and the additional factors of my ethnic background and Chinese New Year celebrations in conjunction that obviously the American Flag has the red stripes in the American flag, and that common sense factor automatically per my red hair. Having sung the National Anthem for the United States of America known as The Star Spangled Banner as often as I have, I cannot believe there would or could be any further more common sense about my red hair to ever have to actually put into writing per such common sense since I did not think it took a head injury to figure that out in the slightest regarding the American Flag and the state of New Jersey color red while the secondary factors per the majority of my ethnic background being Chinese per the half.

Nonetheless now in the year of 2023 I find it quite odd per such factors of individuals who thought I was being rebellious per such colorations of my hair, and the only rebellious factors about my hair was and is rebelling against the after effects from my Psalm Sunday back then in that year of 2000 head injury/TBI per such if such could be considered as rebellious or at minimum that is my common sense of the situations. However I admit, in the year of 2005 almost close to the around the time of 1 year when looking back now in the year of 2023 had my hairstyle and my hair color begun. I cannot write in this typing if The Oak Leaf had anything officially to do with why I personally have more comfort regarding my hair color, though I know I can sense if my hair color is not the ideal shade of red for myself per the amount of time from when I color it and also if it is the correct shade of red that I seek. I can also sense the length of time the levels of, and I personally do not appreciate when others involve themselves with my hair color in any capacity unless it is when I am paying for the products for me to personally have the comfort that I personally get when achieving the hair color that best suits me personally.

In the timeframe of The Oak Leaf, I did not see any flying objects beyond The Oak Leaf. There was not any sounds except for the sounds from the lampposts and the lights that would or could be anything out of the ordinary, if there would be anything considered as ordinary for the situations overall. I did not have anything I could or would consider as any warning signs from the situations in reference to The Oak Leaf when I think about such now in the year of 2023, per the situations regarding myself and also in reference of world events in the year back then of 2004 in the local to the global regions. The closest I could describe the internal sensations within me personally during the week or possibly up to a few weeks before the timeframe of The Oak Leaf would be the situations at the time for me in reference to the first separation timeframe and the stresses of that type of timing, though the sensations of calm in the preparations of my sweat lodge vision quest.

In hindsight I can remember the happy sensations with each piece that I had gotten to prepare for my sweat lodge vision quest, and the internal thoughts were of a calm way of thoughts. I remember being focused and yet excited because I could sense it was going to be important, though I did not ever expect The Oak Leaf to occur. When purchasing the tent I can remember looking at the different options at the store and the numbers mattering though also the coloration sensation, since I can also remember the matching sleeping bag colors internally to a degree and externally. If I remember correctly one of the numbers also lines up with some of the numbers for both, in more than one way. When carrying the individual pieces from the van to the house and when arranging everything to set it up for my sweat lodge vision quest I can remember the sensation was similar to the procession of walking to church when I was a child from Sunday School, almost a similar sensation. There was almost a force of energetic factors that was calming almost similar to when a mediation was competed when purchasing the pieces and arranging them, since the ways everything just clocked into place for lacking of better words for the sensations. Some how it was just perfection into perfection into perfection, is the only ways to attempt to describe those particulars.

I was startled by The Oak Leaf and the situations thereof, though the fears occurred only when seeing the illuminations. While the being was frightening to see because of the combinations, oddly I did not fear the creature and yet I was afraid of it at the same time. The images and videos were far more frightening since The Oak Leaf was utilized for the viewing of, and yet the texture of The Oak Leaf was that of a Quercus leaf from a living branch of a late summer early fall leaflet that was still flexible though the sensation between my fingers was the time of a leaf prior to the crispness including the coloration.

The being did not speak much though it showed me many images and would point with its per my presumption of fingers randomly at certain points in time, and then would look at me. I do not know when my tears subsided, though I know around one third to almost half of the sleeping bag was saturated with my tears both sides of the zipper through to the center fabric of the sleeping bag.

Whenever the length of time of throughout however long since I know it was after dark through before the sunrise dusk when The Oak Leaf occurred, the being put The Oak Leaf into what looked like a pocket that expanded and then blended with the rest of the brownish colored fabric. The being then began to hover above the measurements from the ground area above the entrance area of the tent, I guesstimate now in 2023 back the in 2004 around five or siz inches. Before I could blink the being shrunk almost to the size of a button on a keyboard, and the similar look of the glimmering of The Oak Leaf was the occurrence to the being. I remember closing my tent without any real thoughts beyond the need to close the hatch, then I slid into my sleeping bag, and I fell asleep. The following morning I awoke to the brightness of the sunlaight, and the heat of the San Antonio Texas weather. I sat up in my tent and looked around and without any second thought I began to clean up the interior of my tent to pack everything, to go inside after I cleared everything.

I sought my children’s biological father expecting him to say something since I still had the disbelief myself of the occurrences, though when he came downstairs in a hurry every bit of doubt left me and I knew without a shadow of a doubt. I asked him questions of which he got angry that I asked /’such dumb questions” since “why would [he] bother to waste any time to mess with [me] that way when …”

My journal blog updates and what I wrote about in “Finding A Silver Lining” can go into such details, per the difference of this particular writing since the few hospital visits can speak the volumes per the timings and the situations and if any additional factors of his communications with others about those particulars during those years before 2004 and/or after 2004.

It was then when he said “why would …” point in time that I no longer listened to the rest of what he went on about and realized, everything that occurred was real. I began to explain the situations while processing the situation, and then I had plenty of time to process the situation. Not long after The Oak Leaf was when I got my own apartment, and I processed the situations further on my own mainly since I had very few people in my life that I could speak with about The Oak Leaf though I did up until the year of 2005. Once I started to have my hairstyle the way it is and the coloration, I stopped speaking about The Oak Leaf with others. At the point in time I stopped speaking with others about The Oak Leaf I figured if I needed to speak with others about it further, I would be asked.

Admittedly after everything while I was and am appreciative that I spoke with Grandpa Nichols about much of the situations, I had yearned for my Black Suit Guys from my childhood. They knew how to soothe me when explaining situations, though I was a child and a preteenager back then, per the difference of now being an adult. I cannot remember any females from those times that would be within the factors of my Black Suit Guys that I had met, though such is another chapter to go into those particular. There are a handful of situations I had wished and hoped for my Black Suit Guys to appear and speak with as some of those more jovial times after discussions and sometimes during discussions, are some of the best childhood memories with other biological adults that I knew. I read of some websites about harassment from Black Suit individuals and I am uncertain if they were the same group of people that I once knew, though I also knew better than to upset my Black Suit Guys from some of the situations. To me they were kind of life what others consider being super heroes with the gadgets they had and the ways they were with me, and some of our inside jokes were some happier memories during the time. However after The Oak Leaf, I kept looking for my Black Suit Guys.

In some ways I thought putting my New Jersey Flag on my house in San Antonio Texas that if some were to ever have made it to the state of Texas, they would remember me and remember the discussions we had when I and they were younger. I doubted they would remember of what I looked as when I was a child to when then being a biological adult, though when I changed my hair to the pixie hairstyle with the bright red colorations I thought maybe some might remember my school picture when I had put the lavender streak in my hair for one set of pictures. I did not think of how they would approach me beyond the normal way of when I was a child, though now in the year of 2023 as I type this I suppose the after effects from my Psalm Sunday year of 2000 head injury back then per such possibilities of the hypothetical memory deficits regarding the situations. Admittedly now in the year of 2023 I know and I knew I was a child and they were adults, though I remembered they were adults and I only remembered the sights of them as I was not looking at myself when I spoke with them. Thus I suppose the time distortion per such factors, or possibly the memory deficits per such factors possibly.

They jested with me saying I was one of their, though that was a joke between my Black Suit Guys and I.

They also joked that I was always going to be their young one, or something along those lines that I would always remind them of youthfulness. I told them I hoped it would be in a good way, and my Black Suit Guys said they “knew [I] could only be what [they] considered as good for many generations” though they did not from what I can remember say how many future generations I would be considered that way.