The Way of the Wolvez mystical things that unfold

The Wolf has came out of the North. At least me. Admission is part of the art of living. My journey as a WereWolf, started pretty early in life. My Mom had me tested by some Doctor of hearing, as I could hear things, that no human could hear. I heard what canines hear. I could hear the code tones of TV and Radio ads when they started to go semi-automated.  I instinctively sniffed hind ends of people and things, just as a Canine would do. But the most obvious was I could feel full moons coming on, and would be drawn to them. I would go outside on our deck and howl. Then of course, there was the instant acceptance by a wolf pack near Driggs Idaho, one year. Smells, of fresh meat would make me salivate to near dehydration. I had hair in only places that a Wolf would. Even LDS President(at the time) Gordon Hinckley, told me he saw the Wolf in amongst the Sheep, during a impromptu sit down at Deseret Transportation,(the Church's Trucking Company). Then there was that lady on Vista Ave in Boise, that ran a Tarot card place, who instantly saw that the WereWolf tendencies were there inside of me. She told me to try to surpress those tendencies. Of course I couldn't all the time. My stubby little Wolf's tail, would show at times and so it went. I accepted the situation, and found ways to satisfy the needs, without spooking every person, that I met, especially women. Mom thought too, that perhaps that was a reason, that I got into feet, toes and such. As most canines love the musky scents. But it doesn't end there. I have always been into anything and everything supernatural, as well as some black side behaviors. I found that right after my racing accident at age 16 that put me into a coma, for two and a half weeks, I and many thought I was dead or about to be. When I awoke, I could see things into the future. I could communicate with people from beyond, plus in this life, miles away. Just by thinking or dreaming of them. I could smell perfumes, feet, sweat, even lipstick and makeup. Even though I had no sisters, and Mom seldom wore makeup anytime. Not even going to Church. Then there was that night my mind was probed. Okay, many of you are saying, this dude is nuts. No, I had relocated some of my sound equipment to my bedroom, whilest we redid my in house radio studio. I was on leave from the Marines, and was laying in bed, with headphones on. Had Pink's Dark Side of the Moon on, When all of a sudden the entire space around me stood still. The music died down, and I was being asked all kinds of weird questions, from domestic politics, to military information, government information, lifestyle things. Just really not my bag, but seemed that a lot was asked of things that only a alien presence would ask, like I was an earthly tour guide. No I'm not nuts, it happened. 
Several years after when I stupidly moved to Goon's Ferry, I had a dream long before that. It was after a seasonal snow storm, was living in Utah at the time, moved to Pocatello, then read an ad online about a nuclear power plant that was being built in nearby Hammett, Idaho. That is not the strange thing. I could see the house or duplex I would be living in, one I had seen many times stopping in there to a choke and gag cafe there, driving truck. There was the house, and then a stupendous looking blonde Goddess, who, mated with me in that house. I could smell, taste, feel every single bit of it, right down to the taste of her underarm sweat. So years later, when I moved there in anticipation of being employed at that Nuke plant, the very experience I had dreamed, really happened. There are tons of stories like that, I have. Yet am I gifted some how, or cursed? But the paranormal things are why, we at KnyteWolf Radio years ago, when we were 89% all things Hazzard County, started Cooter's Coast To Coast FM. Which is now . I can't explain it. Talked to George Noreay about it all, he said that I should consult an expert. More on that in the afternoon .