Mr. Rennche - Pronounced "Renn-Shee" was a friend of my Fathers. That is how I first met him and learned of his "abilities". How my Father had encountered him I have no idea. Mr. Rennche was a large man. He always wore khaki work clothes. Like the kind that JC Pennys still carry to this day. He worked in agriculture, farming, ranching - outdoors mostly. He would often show up at our house in the early evening. More often than not, dirt and grease from working on machinery still smeared about his person. He smelled of heavy equipment grease and sweat. He was a working man that is for sure!
He'd stay two or three hours (or more) and often have coffee and eat something my mother had made for Dinner that night.
I never knew if Mr. Rennche was married. I got the impression he was not. Being the odd personality as he was it may have been awkward for him to maintain a normal relationship. He truly was an "odd duck" for the 1964 era this story took place in.
My parents treated him with reverence. The house became silent and still once he arrived. He would always sit at our kitchen table. He would talk quietly with my Dad. His chair was in line with the old swamp coolers blast, as this was summer and the cool air blasted through the house like a refreshing balm. Back then it was a water cooled swamp cooler w/ excelsior pads and squirrel cage - a cool air pushing beasty. Due to this aspect negative ions flowed through out the house making it a really nice place to be. It was so soothing compared to the modern A/C of today.
Once the pleasantries were aside the reason he visited us became clear. When he was just being himself he always sat sideways to the table. Casual ease. But once he began his process of allowing the spirit to take over his body he always sat squarely up to the table - both hands in front resting upon the table top. Very upright posture, no slouching. As a kid it was this part, the moment his spirit departed and the other spirit entered his body that I remember all too well, it spooked me a little bit. While the change was nothing overly dramatic, it was obvious that someone or something else had taken over the controls.
Once this had taken place he sat very still and never opened his again until the session was over. The idea of these "sessions" was multi-fold in purpose. It may have been healing, insights into the future or the past. A walk-in is different, but similar to a medium (a seer). You get the idea I think.
The BACKSTORY
I write this as a tribute to him. Our house / our life as a family was an amazing thing in itself. No joke, it was an busy hub of activity on many, many levels. I look back upon those days and I am filled with wonder. Luminaries from the early days of the UFO movement often stopped in. The likes of Wayne Aho, Major Donald Keyhoe, and of course Ken Arnold and others of note. I learned so much from these people! Grateful still!
A man named Dr. Wada would come over from Japan twice a year. His Interpreter was named "Mary", she was an American-Japanese from Seattle. He was a healer-spiritualist. He helped my Mother through some hard moments in her life. He taught us a breathing method. She great admired Dr. Wada.
And as could be imagined .. There were witches, warlocks, odd people claiming to be aliens from other planets or dimensions, cowboys, gunmen, Native Americans that would all drop-in as the mood called them to. A Master from India was the great Ananda Bhavanani from Pondicherry via Langley BC came often from places far. A wonderful man he was! And famed artists such as Harald Pym were regular guests too.
Agents, operatives, shills and saints abounded - AND -- as many of you know I had a "handler" from age 14 through 17 that taught me a great deal - I never knew his full name, just "Richard". That was a WTF period in my life. I assume he was assigned to me. It was all inter-connected with Ananda and government groups. God only knows who Richard really was. He claimed to be friends with Charles Manson too! I believe he was. (Before Charlie was arrested for the Tate - LaBianca Murders)
My "apprenticeship under Richard finally ended the day when "Richard" and his witch girl friend (her name was "Echo") tried (and nearly succeeded) to kill my Father.
Yeah, a big deal, it caused many ripples in that timeline and the long term effects lead to a near shutdown of that unique period in time. Shit stopped, my Mom almost lost it. My Dad became super wary after that. I became angry. From that time on I wished to kill "Richard" and just get the fucker out of my life. I nearly did kill him once I got him alone. This ended that cycle in my life with raw violence. I never saw Richard again after that. I was 17. A few months later I was in Arizona and then Mexico.
Then there was Dick Rosenfels of Manhattan Project fame and creator of Plutonium. His wife (German) was an Operation Paperclip transplant from the 3rd Reich. There was also in that group the socialites Elmer and Louise Foskett (Hanford-Richland). In his last years Elmer went blind. He gave me many gifts. I still have some of them. Franklin county Sheriff Richard Boyles was a regular guest too. Of course my protector and benefactor Juanita (Crystal) Kubic (her husband was white, she was Native). I mention all of this to set the stage that was ongoing at the time. Mr. Rennche seemed to be the calmest and most genuine of the lot of them (besides Crystal). Ok, enough of the back story sauce & back to the story of Mr. Rennche the Walk-in"!
Details of the Times with Mr Rennche
My dog, named "Sooty" liked Mr. Rennche and that was enough for me. I like him also, but never was he approachable. One evening I came into the house and Mr. Rennche was laying on the kitchen table. A white sheet covered him from head to toe. He was still clothed in his boots and khaki's, but was not moving and the scene caused me grave concern. I asked if he was dead. My Dad said that he was not dead but in a trance state. My father told me to go back outside and that we would talk later. It was a scary scene to come upon. Later my Dad and I did talk of this. It was again about healing and going out of body and into another to heal one of the groups ailment. Healing from within. Like a medic Rennche was patching people up from the inside out rather than from outside in.
Rennche and My Father often just sat at the table and practiced different mind control techniques and other feats which often defied logical explanation. Back then many men smoked cigarettes. So they would stand a unlit Cigarette on end. (upright). Then back away from the table. No shake, no breath, just mind. Then they would say to those around the table "Try to make the Cigarette topple over using only your mind". Not every time, but often the cigarette would be toppled.
It was in such sessions as this that I learned to make things stick to my body. Anywhere, on command. Many of you who know me have seen me lightly touch an object with only my fingertips and then raise - levitate that object. It is an odd ability, but anyone can do it with practice and intent.
While in his altered state Mr. Rennche would wave his hand over you or before you. That was it, he then could tell you about a past life, bring to light something that was a carry over from an earlier incarnation - like an deeply rooted engram - health issue. Then ease that, correct it and make you suitable for this timeline. Mr. Rennche was very Edgar Cayce like in my opinion. Cayce was the "Sleeping prophet". A legend.
Some of their sessions reminded me of psionic methods. But with out the dials and the witness can. No box, nothing but the human body. The left hand was the can, the right hand and fingers were the circuit, the aura and breath the capture and delivery methods. Rennche could make plants grow way quicker than normal. He proved this many times.
Mr Rennche grew ever more popular and famous. Then one day it was over. He disappeared, never seen again. Never heard from again. Just gone. Leaving many in wonder. The man with the walk-in spirit ability simply walked away and out of our lives.
Earlier this evening while I was Sitting at a table, doing some of those old exercises it made me think of Mr. Rennche. My spirit thanks his spirit. The chain is unbroken.
Thanks for reading this piece and thanks for your understanding. Big hug to all and G'nite!
