Captain Judy Helmey
Miss Judy Charters
"Kicking Fish Tail Since 1956!"
124 Palmetto Drive
Savannah, Georgia 31410
912 897 4921 or 912 897 3460 fax
www.missjudycharters.com
September 29, 2008
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"Little Miss Judy's Believe It or Not!"
Close Encounters at My Own House
This is a true story, which actually happened on a Sunday morning on
May 23, 1999
A man drove up into my yard in an old style blue station wagon that looked like it had been re-painted on many occasions. The fact of the matter is it needed it again! When I first looked at the old gentleman behind the wheel I though first of the Mr. Kentucky Fried Chicken Man himself. The fact of the matter is he did look like Mr. Kentucky Fried Chicken man, but quite a bit thinner. I will describe him to be in his late seventies to early eighties. There was a disability tag on his car and a walker laying on the back seat.
The first thing he asked was if I was Judy Helmey to which I replied, "yes!" He then proceeded to tell me that he knew my father from many years ago. According to the story the man behind the wheel in the car said, "your father and me were in charter boat business and in competition for many years." I had to scratch my head on that one. I had never seen him before or at least I didn't think so. I am sorry to keep calling him "the man behind the wheel," but I really never got his name. Don't worry it gets stranger from this point….
According to the "man behind the wheel" his boat, which was called "The Rat" was docked at Carson's Marina. Since I am from the real old school and have lived so long on Wilmington Island I believed for sure this part of the information. Carson's Dock is now called "Sail Harbor Marina." Since the Carson's were a well-known family in town there is a better chance that he was speaking the truth. So at this point I was onboard with the conversation and waiting anxiously for the next bit of information. However, not a thing could have prepared me for what was later going to be discussed.
While he was talking he would intermittently lean his head back, shut his eyes, and move his lips, but no sound came out. As I stood there I watch with great detail as the man behind the wheel looked as though he went into some sort of trance. On his left finger was a thick turquoise ring. On his wrist was a heavy thick bracelet about 4 inches by 4 inches square. I couldn't describe it, because it was so strange. The material looked like some sort of formed rock made into a bracelet.
After a short trance phase he mentioned that he was looking for some people. The first name that came out was Mr. Carson. I already knew that the old Mr. Carson was no longer with us. While thinking that the man behind the wheel said, "It was bad what happened to him, wasn't it?" I replied, "Yes, because I already knew he had past away." As soon as I made my reply, he once again went back into "trance-ville." As soon as he reeled himself back in he said, "Mr. Carson's legs blew off and that's what killed him!" I really didn't know how to comment on that last statement. So therefore I stood there watching him as I shifted weight from one foot to another.
The other names that he asked me about I was familiar with none of them were around any more either. I suggested that he go by the local watering hole, "The Crow Bar" and ask those patrons inside some of these questions. I told him that all he would have to do is blow the horn outside the front or back door and someone would eventually come out to talk to him. The fact of the matter back in the real old days you could get curb service here especially if you couldn't get out of your car for one reason or another. Drive through windows hadn't been invented as of this time frame. So therefore curb service it what it was called as well as what you received!
As I made this suggestion I assume he would want to leave immediately and drive down to the "Crow Bar" so that he might could get some answers. Then he said…
Did you know that I have channels that I can use to go through in which to know about the past? He didn't stop there..he then said, "I also can visit the future." At this moment I knew for a fact that as soon as I walked back into my house I was going to make notes of this strange and unusual conversation.
He then said, "he recognized me and he told me that he has met me before in another life." He then asked, "Did I believe in reincarnation?" I never answered, because the next thing he said out of the blue was "Jesus was crucified for his beliefs!" I'm now the prefect listener and watcher not knowing what was going to be said next…
The man behind the wheel then said, I was his sister and that he assisted in bringing me here from Mars two million years ago. As you read this you have to know that I'm not making all this stuff up. It truly is the real deal!
After another "trance affair" he said, "three flag ships transporting 6,000 people landed here from Antariar, Mars." According to this he was the leader of the entire operation. He then said, "you were a great ruler of Egypt during Egyptian times." Once again I was trying to remember all he was saying…
I then asked, "where do you live?' He replied, "no where." Then he said, "I might move to Wilmington Island, because I have met some wonderful people while visiting this area." He then started talking about Beaufort, South Carolina, but then quickly recanted what he had said, which I didn't hear in the first place.
As quick as he arrived, he left without much of a good bye. The man behind the wheel departed as if he was summons from another place. He cranked up his car and basically drove off. I watched as he drove down my driveway trying to remember all he had said wondering if he really was going to the "Crow Bar!"
I dropped in at the Crow Bar later that day and asked if the "man behind the wheel" had stopped by for curve service. No one had seen any such person! I started to tell them this story, but backed off and started talking about something else. As I sat there at the bar I couldn't help but think, "I wonder exactly where that rock bracelet came from?" I answered this question in my mind "Antariar, Mars!" Where else?
Here's my line now bite my hook!
Captain Judy