What should you do if a police officer comes to your house a...

“We had information that he was living in the outbuilding in the back. This house used to belong to his grandmother.” I had remodeled that “shed” in back so it was insulated, air conditioned and had my scroll saw studio, lathe station, a work bench, layout table and 8 x 10 isolated finishing room. I offered to take him back and show him the shed.

How long have you lived here? I told him. Do you know xxx? Never heard of him.

As I stepped toward the shed I realize that there are two more Marshalls. We walked around back and I entered my PIN on the keypad lock and we entered. 50F outside and inside was a comfortable 67F. He takes a tour and remarks that it is a huge improvement over what was there before. “What did this guy do.” “Minor drug dealer, non-violent, skipped parole.”

Hello, I have a question about astral projection. I started to get interested in this a little while after my mum passed in april. I thought I may be able to see her and speak with her if I managed to achieve astral projection. Since this interest, every time i sleep on my back I go into sleep paralysis. However, I cant progress into astral projection because it is very scary for me as I feel like I'm suffocating when this happens. I panic and force myself to wake up. This only ever happened about once a year before this. It sometimes lasts a long time. This has happened about 3 times per week since my mum died, as mentioned on a previous post. I no longer try to go into it anymore(due to the suffocating feeling), but it still happens. I read that sleep paralysis is the pathway to astral projection. Why has this started to happen so frequently since simply taking an interest in it? Is this connected to the afterlife? I am concerned about it as I now cannot seem to stop this happening. Could it be my mum trying to communicate? Im asking due to more knowledge around this in this group.

We had been living in our home about six months. I am working in the garage with the vehicle door open. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. I make my tools safe and walk out to see what is going on. It is an Marshall who displays his badge and asks if I am xxx. “No” and gave him my name.

As we left the shed, there are three more Marshalls in the pasture behind us. Six people total to pick up a parole violator? Never heard from them again.

What should you do if a police officer comes to your house and asks for someone who doesn't live there anymore?

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