21 September 2011

Any Born-Again Christian pilots out there? Your thoughts?

On several of my past flights I've had the ominous feeling someone was either standing or sitting directly behind me. One particularly vivid example comes to mind. In December of 1997, I was piloting a 777-200ER between Boston and London's Heathrow. It was a flight I had flown many, many times before. On this night, however, I distinctly recall a feeling of impending doom as I boarded the aircraft and conducted my pre-flight checks.

Several hours into the flight, when we were well over a dark and rainy North Atlantic Ocean, I was making routine notes in my flight logbook. As I scribbled notes and checked our bearing, I began to feel what I could only describe as a dark and foreboding presence in the cockpit with me. In short, I felt someone (or something?) was standing directly behind me. Fighting the urge to immediately turn and confront what I felt was the incarnation of an utterly maleficent evil; I closed my eyes and began to pray silently, petitioning the Lord Our GOD to cast HIS Light of Truth upon this presence. After several moments, I heard a slight chuckle behind me and felt the interior of the cabin become suddenly warm, almost hot. Startled, I cried out, entreating the entity to be gone.


Not able to stand the thought of a demon standing behind me any longer, I began to turn in my seat and as I did so, I felt an incredible surge of energy pass through my body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something slip away into the shadow of the bulkhead door behind me and vanish.

At this moment, my copilot, who was known for spending perhaps a little too much time in the flight deck lavatory, popped his head out of the security door to ask me if everything was OK. Somewhat shaken and pale, I asked him to pray with me. As we knelt down and prayed, I felt the Love of GOD washing over us. It was such a moving experience that I had to take a moment and excuse myself and weep silently with joy in the lavatory. It was only when I closed the door to the lavatory behind me that I realized I had voided my bowels, soiling my trousers.

Have any of you ever had an experience like this? And how did you confront it? Did you turn to prayer?