A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

TWILIGHT ZONE EXPERIENCES

While growing up, I enjoyed watching The Twilight Zone on television. This TV program presented the real-life experiences of ordinary people that cannot be explained by science or the laws of nature. While there have been several Twilight Zone experiences in my life, this one is noteworthy because it reveals the power of God, divinely intervening in my life, to protect me from harm and possibly death.  

A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT SKY AT FORT ORD

This experience likely occurred on the last Wednesday in October 1965, October 27th, just a few days after this picture was taken. 

I’m in the back row, on the right, the one with the glasses.

It all started when I picked up my laundry from the Quartermaster after a long training day and carried it back to the barracks as the sun was setting. I could see the darkness falling through the long line of windows as I walked across the length of the billet to my bunk. I began stowing clothing into my footlocker when I noticed a faint glow illuminating the darkened sky outside. As I watched, it gradually grew until it lit up the entire street scene and eventually began pouring light into our poorly lit billet.

Soon, a few interested soldiers appeared on the street, looking up into the sky, some pointing toward the light source directly above them.

Wanting to see everything they saw, I returned to the door to exit the billet. As I passed the windows again, I saw more soldiers entering the street.

When I reached the doorway, I encountered a group of about ten soldiers who were obstructing my access to the door. I did not recognize them; consequently, I’m sure they were not a part of my unit. They were having a great time joking, laughing, and engaging in banter with each other. So much so that they were oblivious to my need to move through them. So I asked them politely to make a way to the door for me. But nothing happened. It was as if they did not hear me. So, I asked again in a louder voice. But the result was the same. They just kept jamming as if I was not even there. I decided to go through them by pressing my shoulder on them if needed. When it came time to lower my shoulder to the soldier before me, I could not move him with the gentle force I exerted. So I slowly ramped up my exertion to its maximum, and still, I could not budge him. I would have had better luck pushing into a wall. In awe of this man’s strength, I moved back to see the face of this wall of a man.

When I saw his face, I was stunned. He was staring at another soldier, but he was not moving. There was no eye movement, blinking, or breathing. There were beads of sweat on his face, but they were suspended there, defying gravity, not trickling downward or dripping off.
I then noticed that pure silence had displaced the everyday noises of active soldiers in a billet. I gazed at the other soldiers standing in the doorway. They were all frozen like manakins occupying a store window as if time had stood still. I gradually shifted my gaze back across the billet. All the men had halted in mid-stride. The entire scene looked like a video when the stop button is depressed.
Then, the light streaming through the windowpanes caught my notice. I observed motionless dust particles suspended in the air, unaffected by air currents or gravity.

I turned back toward the soldiers in the doorway and wondered why everything had halted but me. Then suddenly, it all returned to normal, as if someone had pressed the play button again. The men frozen in the doorway resumed their banter from where they left off, and the sounds of the billet returned as well. I looked back toward my bunk and saw everyone moving around again as if nothing had transpired.

I peered through the windows and saw that the light outside had faded. So I navigated through the soldiers in the doorway, opened the door, and looked up into the sky. I saw a big ball of light ascending into the sky, gradually growing smaller and fainter as it rose, until it vanished, restoring the darkness.

I returned to my bunk, sat down, and saw no one discussing what had happened. Everyone went back to doing the things they had been doing before. Then, it dawned on me; they had nothing to remember. Their bodies were there, but time stopped for them, and therefore they did not experience what transpired. Their souls were unconscious. But then, why would I be the only one to experience what occurred? My answer would come soon.

The Company Clerk came in the morning and escorted me to the Company Commander’s office. Once inside the HQ, he checked with the Commander and directed me to go in. I marched in, did a left face at the center of the Captain’s desk, came to Attention, and saluted while shouting, “Sir, Private Gordon reporting as ordered, Sir.” The Captain firmly responded, “At ease, Private,” and I moved to Parade Rest.

The Captain then spoke in an agitated voice, “Gordon, did you know that you have a type 2 profile on your eyes?” I immediately replied, “Sir, Private Gordon does not know what a type 2 profile on his eyes is, Sir.” The Commander sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, “Son, it means that you can not be in an Infantry Unit. I will make arrangements for someone to get you reassigned. That is all.” I returned to Attention, saluted the Captain, did a left face, and marched out of his office. As I walked back to my billet, I wondered why I had to endure all of this training before anyone noticed my ineligibility.

It was not until much later in my life that I realized what a tremendous gift I had received that day. I had avoided being attached to an Infantry Unit in 1965, at the height of the Viet Nam ramp-up. Therefore, I received an extraordinary blessing!

These thoughts reminded me of the other times I had been removed from harm or guided away from danger. Some would call them miracles because they are scientifically indefensible. I now see them as God’s divine interventions in my life. All the encounters that I never told anyone because they would know I was crazy. Looking back at these experiences, I see a pattern of protection that has always been there for me. This incident was just another in a long chain of supernatural protections.

If this experience was an isolated event, there could be speculation about what happened that night at Fort Ord. But it is not an isolated event. After looking back and reviewing these other events, I have concluded that God has protected and guided me all along. I have written about these experiences in other posts as well.

Further evidence will appear in the experiences that I will be publishing here in the future. I hope they will lead you to believe that only God can do what I have described here. The direction of my life certainly changed course in that short, 12-hour span.

I eventually went to Vietnam, but not as a part of an infantry unit. In 1966/67, I was with the 618th Maintenance Company in the Central Highlands. I remember watching the Fourth Infantry Division’s convoy rolling eastward past us down Highway 19. I marveled as the line of their vehicles stretched out for miles as they moved past us and onto their Central Highlands targets. I wondered if any of the men I trained with were among them.

Only a few days later, we heard the sounds of their battles. We felt the ground shaking as the bombs and shells exploded miles away. The sounds of the explosions rumbled through the air like rolling thunder through the night. I remember lying in my bunk on one of those nights, thinking, I’m so glad I am not where those boys are today. As it turns out, the 4th Infantry Division took more casualties than any other unit in the Vietnam War.

Thank you, Lord. Praise God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!

May God be with all who read this letter.

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