He was wearing a brownish red friars robe, with a rope belt, similar to the ones you see on monks in the movies. It did have a hood with a wide collar and long bell sleeves. The man was completely bald, lacking any hair. In his hands were a tablet, full of names. Apparently, my name was written on that tablet. So there was a reason he was here, seeking me. The problem is, when he showed up. he arrived with an aura of evil around him. I was very protected from him. Without hesitation, and unlike my natural nature, i turned very cautious, pensive, and guarded. knowing full well who he was, even though I had never met him, I had heard about him. Ultimately, I refused to give him what he wanted, only because I couldn’t. It wasn’t up to me. He was asking the wrong person.
This monster murdered my step sister. He took her life and her car over $20.00. From the time it happened to the time he was electrocuted, I knew if I opened that door, there was no telling what would come through. I have to say I never read the case nor did I want to read the case but felt the incredible hurt for my step father, Bart, because he had relive the entire gamut of emotions, asit as it went to trial. The murder happened before he married my mother. His only natural daughter, Shannon, was stolen from him by a careless monster and now he stood before me, asking for my forgiveness. He had died in the South Carolina electric chair. Having been electrocuted, this would account for his baldness and lack of hair. I knew who he was immediately when his spirit appeared before me. . I felt who he was but I had never seen him. I didn’t dare engage this spirit. He said “he had found God before he was committed to death.”
I believe the reason he came to me is because he had to right his wrongs. He had to ask to be forgiven, by each family member and people he had hurt because of his actions. So he came to me.
My answer standing from afar was: “I can’t give you your forgiveness because you did not hurt me but others in my family. If you need to ask for forgiveness, ask Shannon, the life you took, ask her. Look to Bart whose life you destroyed, ask him, and look to my mother for the pain she felt for Bart and ask her but I can’t forgive you as it is not up to me to forgive you.
The look on his face was of horror. As if I had just condemned him to die again.
and with that he was gone.
There are times we need to forgive the people we loved for things they did. We must forgive for them to move on.
There are times we need to have them forgive us.
There are times when I simply can’t forgive because it is not up to me to do so. It is not my right nor is it my job.
There is only one authority that can ultimately forgive, that is GOD. I am not God.
The monster’s name was James Tucker and not only did he murder Shannon Melon but also a real estate lady that day from Sumter SC. The killer said, “to put them out of their misery.” was his motive. They looked like they were in pain.
I personally revoked one of his redemption attempts by not offering my forgiveness for his actions. It was not mine to give, but the people he had harmed.