BEESWAX:

I like variety and change and look back at opportunities that came to my life to “spice it up.”

I visited Toni, a ladyfriend of my mother-in-law, Edith Allmon, who did unusual things, as I soon found out. Her interest that day was in cleaning out ears. Uneasy, I agreed that she could clean mine. She rolled a 9″ flat square of beeswax into a funnel. The pointed end was put into my ear; then she lit a match and inserted it in theother end of the beeswax, pushing it down until a vacuum formed. The wax was gently pulled from my ear and onto the wax. It did feel a bit warm for a few seconds, but it beat someone probing my slightly deformed inner left ear- the result of an abscess breaking there when I was 18 months old. My brother was being born at that time and my mom said I threw my bottle clear across the room.  I never had the wax treatment again, however.

HYPNOSIS:

Toni and husband, Joe Kallaus,lived in a one-story home on Lincoln Ave., Alameda, CA. Another time when I visited Toni, she announced that she had been studying Hypnosis and convinced me that it was OK to become her practice subject for that day. I layed back on her recliner couch, closed my eyes as she said, and following her directions, breathed deeply and slowly, relaxing. Then she asked me to begin counting backwards from

100. 100. We hadn’t gotten very far when her phone rang. She slowly said, “You will remain as you are, you won’t be able to open your eyes until I ” Of course that is just what I

decided to do. I didn’t “feel” any different, and certainly not hypnotized. So I tried to open my eyes – and they didn’t open! I tried again and again, rather alarmed that I was actually hypnotized. Then Toni returned and we counted backward a little more.  At some point a beautiful purple color filled my eyesight. Then suddenly a witch dressed in black flashed on twice. I must have reacted by moving or groaning, because she awoke me, “feeling wonderful!” She asked what color I had seen, and I told her purple. “I figured you for purple,” she replied. I never did tell her that I saw the witch, because I figured she was the witch, and I was a little scared. I never let her hypnotize me again.

LOSING WEIGHT:

One day a friend asked me to drive her to see a Healing Doctor in San Jose, CA, a half-hour drive from my home in San Leandro. We arrived on time and I discovered the doctor was a young man who devoted his life to healing. I watched him as he placed his hands near her and spoke softly. After a few minutes, the session was over. She insisted I be healed also — although the only thi ng I could think of was to loose 10-20 Ibs. I stood very still, while the healer stood in front of me with his right hand over (not touching) my head. I felt a bit scared, so I prayed for Jesus to surround me with His invisible protection from any evil or harm. I then concentrated on wanting to lose weight. Suddenly, I felt a strong warmth go through me. The session ended and we left. I was amazed that I felt so light-weight, – almost a floating feeling. I don’t think I lost weight -1 didn’t weigh, but I sure felt like I did for several days.

(I took Mrs. Elizabeth Whiteside, when she and her husband, Robert, who was President of the College of Personology, stayed with us at the Sandpiper Apartments while their home was being completed on Maui, Hawaii.)

THE PSYCHIC:

In 1972,I, Ruth, was married to George Abraham, having received my final Divorce from “Ken” (M.C. Allmon in March 1971.  We lived in Alameda, CA at George’s 9th Street Apartment building, and occupied the top (2nd floor), back apt.

My son, Mike Allmon, had married Connie, and little Ryan was a new baby. They lived in a new condo in San Leandro. Mike had come back from the Vietnamese War so nervous that he said “he didn’t know what to do about it.” Later on I learned that he had been given pills to keep him awake 36 hours a day.

My daughter, Carol, had moved with her husband Willem (Bill) Leenstra to Seattle, WA. Her best friend, Alexis, had moved to Olympia, WA, an hour’s drive from Seattle. Alexis went to seances then, and she and Carol attended one. Carol called me, panic stricken. In his trance, the physic said that Mike would die unless he moved away from the area he was in.

Alexis knew of a Mrs. Green, a psychic in San Francisco. She was a nice older woman. Carol asked me to please go to see her to get a second opinion. I made an appointment, and though I felt a bit scared, I went. Mrs. Green was very nice and her opinion was that it isn’t always wise to quit a good job (Mike worked for the University of California, Berkeley), or to pull up roots from a new home with a new baby and wife.

1 decided to ask a question of my own. George Abraham’s wife had committed suicide and left an 8 year old girl, Shelly, and 2 boys- James, 18 yrs old and Tony, 20 years old. George’s mother, Esther Derderian, had mental problems but he brought her to his apartment from the facility she was in. After George and I married, I moved into his apartment also, because his mother refused to live in my home where she would have a separate bedroom, living room and bath. Esther resented me, even though we took her and Shelly everywhere George and I went.  I asked Mrs. Green how long Esther would stay with us. She was quiet a bit and then said she saw the number 2, and asked me just to be nice to her. I thought it might be 2 years. I had been trying to be nice to her, and Shelly clung to me and I dearly loved Shelly. She was the prettiest, love starved little girl I had ever known.

I thanked Mrs. Green and went to the door to leave – but Mrs. Green said loudly, “She’s here, she’s here!”  “Who?” Tasked. “The little girl’s mother. She’s blessing you for being so good to her little girl.” I was amazed!, but grateful to hear that.

Two weeks later, George and I went to a Personology Conference Dinner in Sacramento. It was the only time we didn’t take Esther and Shelly. Esther criticized and tattled on the children so much that they didn’t like her. My birthday was that weekend so it was sort of a special celebration dinner out! – with friends.

We arrived home about midnight and all he lights were on. Esther had killed herself. Somehow she had gotten a bottle of pills from the druggist and took the whole bottle with a tall glass of liquor. Tony’s wife, Paula, was home for the weekend from Nursing School in Oakland (her last few months before graduation) and she helped. The Coroner had already removed the body before George and I returned. It was exactly 2 weeks to the day since I’d seen Mrs. Green!

GHOSTS:

The next day after Esther died, I got up, and went to the kitchen to make breakfas t. I made a pot of coffee, and went to set the table. Clear at the other end of the kitchen was my automatic toaster. If a piece of bread was put in, it automatically went down, toasted the bread, and popped up when done. Suddenly, I heard my toaster go down. No one else was in the kitchen. I walked over to the toaster and sure enough, it was on. I thought of Esther. She always got a cup of coffee and made a piece of toast as soon as she got up. I was scared, but said out loud, “Esther, you don’t live here anymore. You go away and don’t come back here any more.” It shook me up, but the toaster never came on by itself again.

PREMONITIONS:

Our family planned to go with another family to Bass Lake for a day’s outing. I had a dreadful premonition that something bad was going to happen and did not want to go, nor did I want the children to go. My husband insisted we had to go and paid no attention to my fears – so off we went. It was a beautiful drive through the tall green pines and at last we arrived, about noontime, at Bass Lake.

We parked our cars near the boat landing and the men proceeded to launch the boat. We sternly told the children not to go near the water yet as we had to unload the cars, and no one could watch them. We had a 4 yr old boy, a 6 yr old boy and 9 yr old girl, while our friends had 2 boys, 8 and 9 yrs old. The children ran along the sandy shore and I began to unload the food. I glanced up and saw the two boys of our friends in the water but no sign of my 9 yr old daughter, Carol.

I yelled and asked where Carol was, and they said they had stepped into a deep hole and were standing on top of Carol’s shoulders. Our friend’s brother, Walter Peckfelder, had just gotten the boat into the water and with his big strong legs, he strode through the water to where the children were, grabbed the boys and threw them toshallow water, then yanked Carol up and carried her ashore.

Her eyes were bugged out and I thought she had drowned. He put her down on the ground and pushed on her chest. A glob of water burst out. Quickly, Walter turned her over on her stomach and pressed on her back to make the water gush out of her lungs. Thanks to a good God, he saved Carol’s life. When no more water came and she seemed conscious, we wrapped her in a blanket to keep warm. The last thing I ever wanted to do was to have her go near the water again. Larry Peckfelder, the boy’s father, insisted that we had to go out in the small boat right away, or Carol would have a fear of water and drowning all the rest of her life. My husband loaded Carol, and our two little boys, Jim and Mike (who had obeyed and stayed by me) into the boat with Larry, and out he zoomed onto the lake. I was petrified and held tightly to Carol, dreading every second of that boat ride. Eventually we returned to shore and we had lunch. I don’t remember much else about that trip. I felt like I was forewarned about the ominous happening, and had it been up to me, we’d not have gone there that day. But I shall always be thankful that God spared my little girl. His angels must have worked overtime that day.

VISIONS:

THE RIGHT HAND OF FELLOWSHIP:

After my husband was transferred from the East Coast to Alameda, CA Naval Air Station, we attended a Lutheran Church in Oakland, which we liked very much. But when we moved to San Leandro, CA we joined the local Lutheran Church, as we felt it

would be easier for our 3 children to participate in Church activities. Unfortunately, the Pastor and my husband had a falling-out and my husband forbid me to go to Church. I was very unhappy, as I’d been brought up to attend Church every Sunday. Our family participated in all the activities. I suppose I became depressed because I wanted to stay in bed with the pillow over my head, but with 3 children that was impossible. One Sunday morning as I was waking up, I prayed for God to send me a sign to show me if I should go to Church despite my husband’s demands.

Suddenly, there was, in my closed eyes a brilliant white light – brighter than any I’d ever seen. Then I saw an arm with a narrow white sleeve on it, and the largest, most beautiful right hand – none like it in us humans. The white sleeve was whiter than our white color. I felt that God said I could go to Church, so I got ready and drove to Our Saviour’s Lutheran Church in the Oakland Hills, arriving in time for Sunday school. We were all seated and the Leader began reading the Scripture that includes “I will extend to you the right hand of fellowship,” I was stunned! My heart skipped a beat! The vision that God had miraculously given me was of an extended right hand. From then on I wentto Our Saviour’s Church and became an active member. I thought that Scripture said we were not to ask for signs, but God gave me a beautiful one to always remember, and I like to think He didn’t really mind this time.

JIM IN VIETNAM:

One of the saddest days of my life was when my son, James Allmon, flew on Continental Airlines from San Francisco Airport to duty as a Marine in Vietnam. My heart was sad and heavy, and continued to be so, until his return a year later.

Jim arrived in Vietnam during one of the fiercest battles – Marble Mountain, at Danang. Little did I realize that they would drop him and other replacements there. With only six men left and the enemy climbing close to the top, the Leader phoned for help. The Air Force came in the nick of time to ward off the Viet Cong and evacuate our boys.

Then Jim was made an MP (Military Police) for a while, checking ID’s of the Vietnamese workers on the base. He became good friends with some, so it was especially hard to see them betray our men by exploding bombs etc. that they carried on to the base. It was later learned that the Viet Cong had threatened to kill their families if they did not betray Americans as they were instructed.

Jim also was a helicopter maintenance man. If their helicopter was shot down, Jim had to repair (and often fly) it as quickly as possible. The other men in the crew jumped out and formed a circle surrounding the helicopter– “rifles at the ready.” Needless to say, Jim’s expertise and swiftness made a great deal of difference as to whether they lived or died by snipers, etc.

At night the men slept in groups in tents. On Mother’s Day, I awoke to a vivid vision of my Jim on crutches, bandaged head, tattered clothes and a sad look on his face. I knew something had happened to him but had no way a to find out. Finally, two weeks later I received a letter from him that said that on Mother’s Day his tent was blown up and his buddies killed. Jim had just stepped out of the tent and was walking away when it happened and he was spared .Gratefully, I thanked God for protecting Jim.

Another thought comforted me also. After completing his training at Camp LaJuene, Cherry Point, North Carolina, the Marines were given 30 days leave before reporting for duty at Vietnam. Jim bought an old (vintage) car with portholes for back windows – his pride and joy. He shared his drive home with two buddies coming this way also, and they shared the driving.

In Kansas, about midnight, Jim was sleeping on the back seat of his car, and a hill approached. When they reached the top of the hill, a drunk was sitting in the middle of the road. An oncoming car swerved to avoid the drunk and hit Jim’s car head-on, taking part of the left side of the car, including part of the driver’s shoulder, and scattering broken glass all over him and the passenger. Jim’s car veered into a tree. It was totaled. In the back seat Jim was thrown violently around and woke up saying, “What’s happening to my car? What’s happening to my car?” They were all taken to the hospital and Jim was released with no serious injuries. He caught the first Greyhound Bus to Oakland, CA and home! I felt so sorry for Jim, but eternally grateful that he was”OK”.

After learning about Jim’s escape from death again in Vietnam, I remembered the car incident and felt reassured that if God could bring Jim through that horrific car accident safely, that God could bring Jim home from Vietnam OK also!!! But my heart remained heavy until Jim walked through the door of our home from his tour of duty in Vietnam.

LOVE:

Shortly after I returned home from a near-death illness I awoke one morning to the strongest feeling of Love I had ever felt, – nothing like the love felt on this earth. It was a total overwhelming feeling of LOVE. It was such a strong, warm, sweet feeling that I didn’t want it to ever go away. I thought, “If Heaven is like this, how wonderful it will be.”

Then the feeling left and I felt it’s loss. Yet, the experience left a remembrance of great joy. I believe it was Jesus showing me what lies ahead. We do have a veil over our eyes in this world. What beauty and fullness of love awaits us!! About that time my daughter,Valeric Allmon (Jim’s wife) had died of breast cancer at the age of 41. It comforted me to know that she was being loved like that.