The Story of Karen Coon
After almost 4 years of searching God’s
word for the answers to what I had been through I’m compelled to share my
testimony. “Rev 12:11 and they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by
the word of their testimony and they loved not their lives unto the death.”
Supernatural activity seems to have occurred throughout the history of this
world. Fallen angels have appeared in many ways as gods to be worshipped by
man. Satan, a fallen angel, and his dominions (demons) have used many
different disguises to deceive mankind from worshipping the one true God.
Many civilizations, religions and beliefs are founded upon the knowledge
that the “fallen angels” have imparted to man to keep us separated from God.
They always lead man to death and destruction. As Stephan quoted in Acts
7:42-43, God turned and gave them up to worship the host of heaven. I
believe the warnings are being sounded throughout the world that it’s time
to decide whom you serve. Joshua 24:14,15.
I have asked the Lord to guide over what I
write and that nothing but what actually took place to be written down. Acts
4:20, Habakkuk 2:2,3.
This is not easy to explain, so I’ll start
where things were almost normal. Understand that I was raised un-churched
and spent my life as an alcoholic &/ or drug user. I had gone into the
military when I was 17years old. The next 16 years was fairly normal. At 33
(May 93) I returned to Oklahoma. I bought the little town bar and business
was real good. It was just my daughter Erika and me and we were renting a
house in the country.
I was offered another bar business in a
town 40 miles north and jumped at the opportunity (this one had gambling
machines in the back room). I began doing “crank” to help keep the long
hours. This is where it began, Aug 1994(approx.). I started having trouble
with the police, city department, postal service, and I just knew that I
must have been missing something. (I had multiple disturbing the peace
charges, natural gas leaks, withholding my mail.) From what I gathered I was
running off some of their drug dealers and this was their way a getting the
point across. Then the car following began; everywhere I went I was being
tailed. It was very obvious and anyone who rode with me noticed. I could do
80, they would do 80. I could slow down to 40 and so would they. They always
set off my radar detector with the laser squeal. I could go and park in the
middle of nowhere and one of those cars would show up (set off my radar
detector). It seemed like I was being bugged. One night Kerry (a friend of
mine) and I decided to check the house for bugs. Kerry found something that
looked like an in line fuse in the fluorescent light wiring. I was looking
through my purse and noticed that the duck emblem on the side had been sewn
on but I was able to pull it off and back behind it was a glob of glue with
a piece of metal in the middle of it with spider looking wires extending out
from it. We headed to my sister Lisa’s house a 7:00am on a Sunday morning
with what we had found. I wanted someone who was straight to tell me what we
had found. She confirmed what we thought they were. Kerry had the bright
idea to wrap them up and use bailing wire and tied them under the hood of my
truck. We didn’t want them in the truck with us and didn’t know what else to
do with them. We headed to my house and I was going to pack a few things and
just get away from there. Less than an hour later we were ready to go. I
popped the hood to make sure my company was still there, bailing wire and
all was gone. Somehow in the broad daylight someone (thing) had removed them
from under my hood. My truck had been locked and I was the only one with any
keys. I can only remember feeling totally lost at this point. Where do you
take this kind of stuff? I just wanted to know what they wanted from me? I
wasn’t a big drug dealer or anything that would bring on these extensive
measures. I just kept on in my same lifestyle and tried to figure out what
was going on. I didn’t know what else to do. Everyone always called this
stuff tweaking, not really happening except in the mind.
Every time I pulled in my driveway at
night my motion detector light always messed with me. Sometimes it would
come on and let me get to the door and then go off. Other times it wouldn't
come on till I was trying to get the key in the door. I could imagine
someone across the road in the field really having a good laugh at my
expense. It always felt like they were out in the woods around my house.
When I would go look around my yard during the day I would find footprints,
candy wrappers, and stuff. Strange considering that my nearest neighbor was
approx. 1/10th of a mile north of me.
One afternoon my daughter and me were
leaving the house to go shopping, and she told me to look at her bedroom
window screen (her window was about 5’ up from the ground). It had dog paw
prints all over it like it had been down on the ground and our dog had
walked on it and then someone had put it back up on the window. One night I
was closing the bar in Prague and was sitting down before I left and when I
glanced at the phone the light was flashing that I had a message. It was my
daughter asking when I was coming home. So I called home and asked her, “
what was up,” she said that she hadn't called me. Everywhere I went the
phone would ring and when I answered there wasn’t anyone there. It was
definitely driving me crazy so I had a private detective try and find out
what was going on. I called him on a Saturday (at his home) to find out why
he hadn’t called to let me know what was going on. He told me that he had
tried to call me at my home number (918 area code), the bar I had in
Drumright (918), the bar I had in Prague (405), and everyone of them had the
same recording, “that this line is temporarily disconnected.” He suggested
that I get out of there and that he didn’t know what was going on. I guess
it scared him off.
We moved into town with my boyfriend Stan.
I pulled out of Drumright thinking that if I got out of there it would stop.
(July 95) And it seemed like it worked, whatever was stalking me had
stopped. I had found another bar to operate in Chandler (about 30 miles NW).
Then it started again one afternoon when a lady named Robin came in the bar
in Chandler and wanted a deck of cards. She started laying the cards out on
the bar and began telling about my past (I had never met her before). She
told me about my going into the military when I was young and the reason why
I had went in. No one else knew any of these things about my past that she
knew. She specifically detailed things in my boyfriend’s house that I was
remodeling and she told me that the things I thought he was doing were true.
I thought he was seeing someone else and lying to me about it. I was scared
to leave him; somehow I knew that they would come back if I was alone again.
Then she started telling me about my future (I really have a hard time
telling the rest of this). She told me that my dog was going to get ran over
and I was going to have an abortion. I must have been looking at her funny
because then she said to confirm it for me to concentrate on a subject. I
had been worried about the income tax that I had filed the previous year
that was being held by the IRS and I couldn’t find out the reason why. My
bookkeeper had contacted them and I was expecting a letter from them. I was
worried that I was going to be audited. She said that I was expecting
something in the mail and I would receive it in 5 days and that it wasn’t
what I thought it was. She left and I forgot all about it until a couple
days later when the letter came. There had been a friend staying with me
that had used my p.o. box number to file his income tax that made my claim
to be invalid, so no audit. I was relieved and I didn’t want to think about
the rest of what she had said.
Everything went downhill from the moment
Robin came by that first time. I really don’t think she even understood what
was going on. I did end up pregnant and had an abortion. We split up and my
daughter and me moved out to my parents till we could find a place. We had a
Golden Retriever named Misty that decided one day to follow me as I left for
work. She followed me out into the road and I pulled over to the edge of the
dirt road and was telling her to get back to the house when I seen a truck
coming over the hill and they ran over her and kept going. At this point it
all came flooding back, everything had happened just like Robin had said it
would.
The place I use to rent came open and we
moved back out there. (May 96 approx.) Funny things happened every day, like
things being moved around, nuts and bolts in the floorboard of my car like
it was being tampered with. At this time I became a full-fledged crankster.
Nothing mattered but the dope and being around people who did it. I hated to
be alone or to go to sleep. One night as I sat out on my porch alone the
stars started to move. I watched 5 of them; they would move. I must have
lain out on the porch all night watching them because next thing I
remembered was the sun coming up and those 5 stars all gathered around the
moon and then they disappeared. The cars started following me again and the
radar detector started going off again and the motion detector light stared
the same stuff, but it didn‘t scare me like it used to. This time I was
curious about what it all meant. My boyfriend MG and my friend Kerry that
stayed with me were both cranksters. One night we were coming home from the
bar in Chandler and was almost to my house when we were encompassed within a
bright white light. It spread out the whole road over into the pasture. It
was blinding and we were in it somehow. MG hit the brakes and we stopped to
look at what it was. There was no sound whatsoever. Almost as soon as we
stopped to look at it, it was gone. None of us even brought this up for a
long time.
Some nights we would walk around outside
looking for whoever it was out there watching my house. One time I was in
the house and walked outside in time to see Kerry running down the fence
line with a flashlight. About the time she stopped, I seen something shine a
flashlight back in her face. She turned and looked at me and asked if I had
seen what had just happened. We were fascinated by the things that were
happening, yet I distrusted both of them; one of them had to know what was
really going on. One time I even heard the sound of a keyed mike like a
Police radio come from Kerry’s room. It also happened at a later time.
It was about 3:00am one morning when Kerry
and me went in town to the store. On the way there I ran over a big raccoon
and I made the comment that I was glad it wasn’t any of my relatives; my
last name being Coon (ha ha). The next morning when I went out to get out in
my car there was a dead raccoon right by my car door, like it had been put
there.
On night I had went to pick up MG from
work and when we pulled in the drive at my house there was a fire in the
back yard (just a intense concentrated flame burning and pieces of fire
rolling up towards my house). I went in to check on my daughter and she was
asleep. MG said he put out the fire and it was nothing more than a Field and
Stream Magazine. Someone had used the guts of a Zippo lighter to start it. I
am pretty sure that the lighter had came from inside my house. I was afraid
for my daughter’s safety. I sent her to my sister Lisa’s house and gave them
very little information about what was going on except that I was being
followed and possibly still bugged. My sister told me about some strange
vehicles coming down her road (very obvious because it’s a secluded road).
The nights became an obsession to me. The
stars began to be moving a lot more and moving closer. One would come down
and back up; then the next one would do the same. I spent most of my time
watching them.
I could be inside my house and look out my
windows and one would drop down so I could see it. I would run across the
house and look out and another one would do the same thing. It became
entertaining to be outside and run and duck under a tree and see how long
before one would drop down where I could see it. This was happening when MG
was around too. Needless to say this all drove me to be reclusive. I
couldn’t explain what was happening and everyone I tried to tell thought I
was going off the deep end or thought I was just kidding. I was in constant
fear and had no idea where to find any answers. I got evicted from my house
and moved to the apartment in the back of my bar in Chandler. (Sept 96)
If there was ever a place that you could
literally feel evil, it was there. Robin came back around to let me know
that I needed to get rid of my friends, that they were going to get me
busted. I tried to even keep them closer. Couldn’t tell you why, but I guess
I figured if I didn’t believe her maybe it wouldn’t happen. At this point I
sent my daughter to stay with her dad in Georgia. I couldn’t deal with any
part of real life at this point. Robin had stopped by again and I wanted to
find out what she knew. This time I asked her what was going on around me.
The only thing she said to me was that something really important was going
on and that it started with an “M”. When I questioned place, thing, or what,
all she would say was that it started with a big “M”.
I finally closed the bar in Chandler down
and just lived there (I didn’t want anyone around). I stayed strung out. No
matter how much crank I did I would still fall asleep and that’s what I was
trying to avoid. I felt things were happening to me while I was asleep. The
apartment and the bar were built half way like a dock underneath for support
over a pond. At different times we heard voices and laughing come from
underneath. One morning when I woke up, there at the end of the bed was what
appeared to be a handprint. It looked wet but it wouldn’t dry, like it was
an oily substance.
MG stayed around and still was able to
work; he worked swing shift. Most of the time I thought MG had to have
something to do with all the crazy stuff happening or at least knew more
than he was letting on.
One night I had had enough and decided we
had to get out of there, hoping that it would all quit. So MG and me went
and stayed at a motel for a few days. We were trying to get cleaned up. We
decided to get a small apartment in Shawnee and went to go pick-up some of
our things from the bar apartment. When we had left a couple of days earlier
I had packed in a hurry and had thrown a bunch of my clothes over a barstool
in my room and left them there. The t-shirt that was on top I had never seen
before and it had to have been put there while we were gone. The front of
the shirt was a normal “no fear” shirt. But the back said, “for many are
called, but few are chosen”. The only thing I knew was that it meant
something important, I didn’t know what it meant, but I just knew it did. So
I kept running hoping it would just go away. But it didn’t, it kept
following me and getting stranger and more far out there that I realized
that it wasn’t people doing this to me.
At the apartment in Shawnee all I could do
was sleep and I had bad dreams. MG couldn’t understand it when I would tell
him that they were still out there. I didn’t understand what I meant. It was
at this point I went to my parent’s place and tried to stay clean. I was
staying clean but all the crazy stuff was still happening. When I went
outside at night to leave for work and the stars were still out there. They
would follow me real close now. I would look away and try to ignore them.
One of them followed me all the way to a Travis’s house and when I pulled in
his driveway he was standing outside looking up and asked me if that light
had followed me there? I couldn’t believe that he had seen it too. It wasn’t
long until I fell back in to the crank and caused major problems within my
family and I couldn’t explain to them what was happening to me it cause it
wasn‘t making any sense to me. I had walked off from everything and gave up
on a real life and lost it all during this time.
I still had my problem following me. This
time MG and me moved south to Seminole. (Jan 97). It was secluded area with
a lot of black jack trees. One day in January when it was unseasonably warm
I decided to go out and rake the yard. I bagged the leaves up I threw the
bags off to the east side of the house. There was no breeze blowing
whatsoever, but at the southeast corner fence line there was a leaf devil
circling around. I wouldn’t have thought any more about except it started
moving up towards me coming through the trees. I just stood there at the
edge of the patio watching it maneuver up towards the patio. After a couple
of seconds it was up on the edge of the patio 10’ feet from me at stopped
there, still spinning. I remember thinking to myself, “you don’t scare me,”
and then it took off down the hill where I had thrown the bags of leaves and
just dropped right there. MG and I still seen each other, but it was a
messed up relationship of “on one day and off the next.” Due to my distrust
of everybody around me. Everyday something strange happened. One time I was
taking MG up to Gail’s with me and we were tag watchers due to the tailing
that happened all the time. While we stopped a couple of miles from Gail’s
at a convenience store I seen a tag that was XXX045 and I cracked a joke
that he wasn’t a 007...Ha ha! As we left there to Gail’s house I decided
that I would have MG drive by my old house where I used to live and show him
where I had grew up. Last time I had been by there the house was empty and
had been gutted. This time it was restored and in the driveway there was
parked a maroon mini-van with the license plate of XXX007. Real strange.
Another one of those things that I knew that meant something. After that I
seen 007 license plates all the time.
I put everything I owned in storage and
moved up to OKC with my friend Gail. (Mar 97). One day I tried to tell her
about the lights that followed me and she cracked a joke, “are you gonna
tell me there is little green men in there?” I hadn’t even considered that
at all, I never considered the UFO stuff to be real anyway. I didn’t even
consider that that was what they were. I could believe that they were some
kind of Government Conspiracy. You know, pick out the cranksters cause no
one will believe them anyhow. So I never brought them up to her again. I did
tell her that when I found out what was going on I would tell her. I was
being driven; by I don’t know what at this time, to find out what was going
on, cause I always knew it meant something important.
Gail and me learned the “cooking crank
trade”. Actually, I was the cook and Gail was the dealer. It suited me just
fine because I stayed secluded most of the night. My friend Laura lived
south of OKC in Newcastle and I spent time there with her cooking dope. They
both thought I was a little crazy. Gail picked me up a pager so she could
keep up with me cause I seemed to disappear all the time. When she told me
the number I knew something was wrong, XXX-2666, it was my last name if you
dial the numbers on the phone, COON.
I never tried to show them the lights. I
tried to ignore the lights when I was out cause I wanted them to leave me
alone, but they never went away. The cars still followed me and set off my
radar detector. I went from OKC to Newcastle all the time and never really
thought it took me very long. The drive should have only been 30-40 minutes
top. A lot of times Laura would find me parked and asleep in her driveway in
the morning when her boyfriend was heading off to work. That would be5-6
hours after I had left Gail’s house.
The fear and the crank kept me moving
around and I found myself back in Prague living with a friend east of town
on a ranch. I had contacted Robin after I had moved out to Prague and she
kept stressing that they were going to bust me in that County that I was in.
She said I needed to get out of there. I ignored her and stayed. I spent
most of the time alone except when I drove to the city to see Gail or Laura.
I was really trying to make some sense out of the whole mess. I picked up
one of Laura’s old running friends (Sherry#1) and took her with me to
Newcastle one evening. Around 1:00am she drove us back to her house in
Meeker. I was too sleepy to drive cause I was coming clean off the crank.
(Trying to anyhow). After Sherry stopped at her house I got over in the
driver’s seat and headed east to Prague. All that I remember is I was not
able to drive very well, matter of fact I thought at one time I was driving
on a dirt road cause it was so bumpy. I vaguely remember driving through
Prague, but I do remember looking out my rear view mirror and seeing
headlights and thinking that I was fixing to get pulled over (busted). Then
I remember driving down a street and then I looked up and my car was driving
on a winding dirt road through some trees. Then when I opened my eyes I was
pulling up to a garage door and two guys were standing in front of my car,
one at the right and one directly in front of me. The one in front of me was
signaling for me to stop right there. You know the stop signal of the hand
up and palm out? That was it, so I set my brake and rolled down my window
and asked the one in front of me why didn’t they open the garage door? The
guy (?) on the right looked at the one in front of me and then I don’t
remember anything else until I woke up about dawn. My head was hanging out
the window and it was misting lightly and I wasn‘t even cold. I knew
something really strange had happened and I headed on out of there not even
knowing exactly where I was. As I came to the main road I realized where I
was staying was only a couple miles east. When I got in the house I called
Laura in Newcastle to tell her that I had just got in and what had happened
to me.
Sherry#2, another crankster friend that
hung out with me once in a while. I always knew that there was something
that she had I needed. I could not tell you what it was but I used to tell
her that. One night I decided to show her the lights. I took Boyd’s farm
truck and we headed out to a secluded road to a high elevation area. As I
looked up it was cloudy and it seemed like a scene right out of a horror
movie, you know the rolling clouds. Something told me to tell her to shine
the spotlight up and one of those lights would come down. Even to my
amazement the clouds all just rolled back like a scroll and there was a full
moon and those 5 stars were all around it. Sherry watched them through a
pair of binoculars and the stars moved for her. They would take turns moving
forward, change the pattern of the face, she said it looked similar to what
an etch-a-sketch done. I was trying not to look at them but this was
different than what I was used to. After a while Sherry asked me what I
thought they were and I told her, “I didn’t know.” I just wanted them to
leave me alone. As she was looking at them again through the binoculars she
started telling me that they were evil and not to conform to what they
represented. Then she threw the binoculars down and yelled that they had
burned her eyes and her legs. They followed as we headed back to the ranch.
After we went in Sherry was squinting her eyes against the inside light.
Five minutes later I looked outside and it was fully overcast, like it had
never happened. Funny thing happened after that, Sherry found her Bible and
started telling me about Jesus.
I told her about the license plates (007)
and all the other things that were going on. She became obsessed with the
lights and everywhere we went the 007 tags were there. Everybody we told
about the lights began to see them too. I just wanted it all to go away....
Laura called one day to tell me that she had something in her attic and
something in her house and they were running around her house trying to
drive her crazy. (She had previously thought I was crazy when I had told her
about the stuff I was seeing) But she had taking a 357 and put it to her
head and pulled the trigger and missed and shot the wall. She knows that she
should be dead right now. I went to see her and told her what I felt was
happening. That those things were evil and I believed it meant something
important was happening and I was trying to find out what it was.
I was pretty straight at this time and
really wanted to get the answers to what was happening. I was living in the
twilight zone and wanted out. During these last few years I had heard of
others who were seeing the lights. One in Carney had been picked up by the
Police for wandering through the ally yelling up to the sky, “beam me up.” I
heard he was sent to be mentally evaluated. Another one in Drumright had
tried to shoot himself too.
I decided to go and see my family and tell
them what was going on and that I believed it meant something. After telling
my sister Lisa, I wanted to show her the lights. I tried to get them to move
and even shined a light up there to no avail. She told me that it was her
understanding that people coming off of crank were apt to see illusions.
This was what they teach the counselors in prison. (That’s where she
worked). In other words she didn’t believe me.
I was going to make a trip to Georgia to
bring my daughter home for the holidays and after that admit myself into a
treatment program. It didn’t quiet work out like that. I needed money to
make the trip to Georgia and Kerry was there when I was making one last cook
(so I thought). It was about 3:00am when I seen them coming up the driveway,
about 15 police cars. Kerry had set me up.
Off to jail I went and I had no bond.
Other people with serious crimes like assault with deadly weapons had a
bond. Funny thing was, I wasn’t afraid any more. I spent 10 months locked
down in a 10’X10’ cell. The first 8 months I was only let out for court. I
had a bad attitude and was very vocal with my opinion. After I settled my
case, I became a trustee and jail cook.... Long way from where I had
started.
The Lord had answered
my cry for help. (Not exactly my choice of a treatment center.) I sought the
Lord with all my heart. I wanted to know the “why’s” of what had happened.
On Friday nights a biker looking guy from a local church used to come by,
his name was Pete. At first I didn’t really want to talk to him. After I
learned a basic knowledge of the Bible then I began questioning him.
Something had made me realize that all my answers to what I went through
and more were in the Bible. With what little knowledge that I had I
knew there was something missing. I wrote Pete a letter to ask what it was.
The following Friday he showed up and asked me if I was ready to make Jesus
Lord of my life. I was definitely ready. He laid his hand on my head and led
me in the sinner’s prayer. I repented and asked the Lord to come into my
heart. Pete was commanding that satan and his demons had to go and that I
belonged to the Lord now. I felt a strange feeling deep in my stomach like a
stirring of a thousand butterflies and I felt it come up out of me. Then
came the flood of uncontrollable crying (good feeling).Then I felt
overwhelming peace come in. I had been set free. The Bible says in Mark
16:17, And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name they shall
cast out devils.......I believe I’m proof of that, Jesus is still sitting
the captives free. I’m a prime example of satan doing everything possible to
keep me from getting busted which in turn led to my salvation.
I’ve been out of prison
for over two years, free from the fear and terror. I have a burden to help
those who are still suffering in the drug world. Those who still don’t know
that the things they are seeing and experiencing are of another dimension
(demonic). The world doesn’t know how to treat the drug epidemic it is much
bigger than just a bad habit, it is one of satan‘s areas of expertise. I’ve
seen many drug users go through one drug rehabilitation after another and
come out un-changed. There is no cure through the world, only through Jesus
can this battle be won. I know that that we are to comfort others as God has
comforted us. (2 Corinthians 1:3,4). That is where my calling and my life
are directed now.
Through the whole time
of my ordeal, I knew something beyond what I could understand was going on.
(It’s pretty bad when other drug addicts are afraid to come around you.)
Even in my ignorance about God, all of this drew me to want to know the
truth. I believe the Lord is raising up a people for this time and has
allowed us to see the deception coming so we will sound the alarm. (Joel
2:1) All this demonic activity does mean something,
Jesus is coming soon.
In Christ,
Karen Coon