I never had any paranormal experiences until Mothwoman came into my life. I’d read about Mothman who appeared in Point Pleasant, Virginia in 1966. I saw the Mothman Prophecies Film in 2002 and felt sympathetic toward him. He seemed a tragic figure out of time and out of place. Maybe my sympathy for him drew his daughter to me like metal to a magnet.
She came to me as a rescuer. On a dark, moonless night when I was walking home from my work as an elevator operator, two burly men leaped out of the shadows of an alley and started pulverizing me. They were too big and too strong for me to fight off. They hammered me to the ground and pounded me as I tried to block their blows with my arms which proved insufficient to stop their attack. Just as I felt I was going to pass out, I heard wings beating in the air. The two men looked up, screamed, and ran off. I lay on the ground barely conscious.
A beautiful female with huge moth-like wings hovered above me smiling. Her beauty and her disarming smile eased my fears. Despite her massive, eerie wings, she looked more like a human woman. Surprisingly I found her extremely desirable.
Telepathically, she asked if I was okay. I couldn’t believe she could communicate mind to mind and possibly know all my thoughts. I felt a little embarrassed about how I was thinking about her. I wondered if she hadn’t been tuned into my thoughts when I was desiring her. I also wondered if she was some kind of alien.
“I’m not an alien. Mothman was my father and my mother was human like you. They were hunted down and killed by your government. I escaped many years ago into another dimension that I can move freely in and out of. I came back into this dimension for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes, remember how sad you were about my father? Your compassion and sadness for him drew me to you.”
“Yes, I was and still am sad about his fate. I’m even more sad after what you told me about him and your mother being killed by my government. I’m sorry that happened to them, and I never thought of your father as a monster like others did.”
“Yes. He wasn’t a monster. He had a good heart, but he was reckless in trying to make contact with humans.”
“How so?” I asked.
“He tried too hard to make contact. He thought our species and yours could work together to improve the world, but people just got scared when he tried to make contact. They even blamed him for the collapse of the Silver Bridge back in 1967. He had nothing to do with that. And
the risk always existed that your government would hunt him down and kill him or experiment on him. We were never safe in your world.”
As if those words doomed her, a giant net flew out of nowhere and captured her. She struggled to escape, her net-enclosed wings flopping aimlessly. I tried to get the net off her, but Special Forces soldiers descended upon us and captured me too. They tied me up with cords, and blindfolded me. I heard Mothwoman scream as they hauled her away. Seconds after that I heard the sound of an aircraft taking to the sky. Then only silence remained.
Hours later, I worked my way out of the cords and removed the blindfold. I saw no evidence of the Special Forces soldiers and none of Mothwoman who I had fallen in love with.
Crazy as it may sound, I felt like I’d lost a soulmate until I heard in my mind. “Worry not my Love, I will come back for you.”
Days later, I saw on TV that a group of Special Forces died in a plane crash. Then I heard the beating of wings outside my window.
Bob Boyd