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A Week in the Life of a Hitchhiker   2 comments

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Northwestern United States

[April 2010]

In the past week, I hitchhiked from Helena, Montana to Dayton, Washington. The ride from Helena took me to Missoula. This guy’s name was Harry and he came from the Fort Peck Indian Reservation in northeast Montana. Harry was from the Assiniboine Tribe; we had a good talk. I told him that I was a Christian. He knew very little about Christianity. I told him about my faith in Jesus and that he should read the Gospel of John in the New Testament. I think he said that someone gave him a copy of the New Testament some years ago.

It had been snowing that morning when I left Helena and there was some slush on I-90. Harry was going 85 miles per hour when he hit a patch of slush. All of a sudden, we were going sideways down the interstate. Then we went sideways down into the median (I thought we were going to roll his van over) and continued going sideways into the next lane into oncoming traffic. This big tractor-trailer was bearing down on us and I thought we were going to get T-boned by the tractor-trailer when, all of a sudden, the van straightened itself out. Harry took control and we drove on the shoulder to the next exit. That happened near Clinton, Montana.

It was quite a rush for at least several seconds. It all happened so quickly. Harry and I looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief. Harry said that my God saved us. I said, Praise the Lord!

Harry was in a hurry to get to this hospital in Missoula; he had injured his back getting bucked off of a horse during his rodeo days. We went to this hospital where they gave him some shots in his back. I sat and talked with Harry as he lay in the bed. The nurses thought it was pretty funny that he had picked up a hitchhiker.

After the hospital, Harry took me to his relations’ place in Missoula and I slept on the floor that night. The next morning, his nephew drove me to Lolo where I started walking west on U.S. 12.

I walked a couple of miles or so and this married couple in a vehicle pulled over. They were Michael and Sandy and we had some excellent fellowship–they were really in tune with the Holy Ghost. We drove to a cabin that they had rented and had a powerful prayer meeting. The demons were manifesting in Michael as I commanded them to come out. We later had breakfast at a local bar/restaurant and then headed back to Clinton where I stayed at their place for the night. The next day Michael drove me over Lolo Pass to Lochsa Lodge and dropped me off. Then I walked a few miles and got a ride to Kooskia, Idaho.

From Kooskia I got a ride to Kim and Pat Hosking’s place between Stites and Harpster. I met Kim and Pat while I was hitchhiking on U.S. 12 near Lolo, Montana in 2004. Kim builds wood furniture and has a portable band saw, so he can cut up logs into boards.

I hadn’t seen Kim and Pat in a year. They let me stay for five nights. I helped Kim cut some white pine, yellow pine and red fir logs on his band saw. Pat was doing some editing on her book The Lion’s Roar (her pen name is Margaret Hosking).

It rained last night; the skies are overcast now. I got a real good sunburn on my neck and arms after working with Kim on the band saw. It is a real blessing to be out of the sun for a few days.

Rose Hill Woodworks

The Lord Provides   Leave a comment

God’s Love Mission in Helena, Montana

12 April 2010

I stayed at the God’s Love Mission here in Helena, Montana last night. I hitchhiked from Reed Point to Helena yesterday. I will stay here at the mission tonight and then head west.

I was doing some reading at the library this afternoon and then I walked back to the mission. One of the guys at the mission, Phil, walked up to me and told me that he had an Army surplus sleeping bag, if I needed one. I told Phil that I had two summer sleeping bags and they worked pretty good, but the one bag had a zipper that didn’t work anymore. This past winter, sometimes it was a challenge staying warm because the zipper didn’t work.

So Phil showed me his sleeping bag: it was down-filled, the zipper worked and Phil said that it would keep me warm below zero. The bag was already unrolled, so I rolled it up and it rolled up tighter than my other bag. I thanked Phil and gave my other bag to the mission. I later talked to Phil and some other guys outside and Phil had spent some time at the prison in Deer Lodge, Montana and at another prison in Sterling, Colorado. He never told me what he was in for. Phil told me he had to go to the VA hospital tomorrow in Helena for a check up.

After I took a shower, I was taking a nap and Phil walked over to me and gave me some jerky and some Top Ramen noodles for the road.

Whenever I really need something, the Lord always comes through. I am very grateful.

God willing, I will head to Missoula tomorrow and then head into Idaho on U.S. 12.

California Earthquake   4 comments

San Francisco Bay Area

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
27 March 2008


The next day I got a ride to Pismo Beach. I started walking and got a ride with a young, Christian couple to San Luis Obispo. From San Luis I started walking north on U.S. 101, and after a few miles, got a ride with a couple of guys who were in the U.S. Navy. They were going to someplace near Fresno and dropped me off where Highway 41 bisects Highway 46. They had me take a photo of them by this sign that had a picture of James Dean on it—this was where James Dean was killed in a car crash back in the mid 1950s. I walked a few miles up into the hills between Paso Robles and Lost Hills and slept in my tent in a pasture.


That night I had a dream where I was in a field or a ditch and I saw this power line. There were three wooden poles that held up the power line. The middle pole was broken clean off and hanging by the power line. How did the pole get broken? Was it from an earthquake? Two days before, Bruce was driving me through Simi Valley (or somewhere near Simi Valley) and he showed me the San Andreas Fault (he also showed me the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library on a hill in the distance). If this dream is from the Lord, it might mean that something is almost disconnected. If the power line had been severed, then it would surely mean that something is disconnected. Maybe California is going to have an earthquake in the near future. The state of California is now legally teaching and promoting homosexuality in California’s public schools; in the past month, a California court ruled that only people with college degrees can homeschool their kids—which means that it will be much more difficult for Christian parents to homeschool their kids. If the people of California continue to thumb their noses at the Lord and promote ungodliness, then the Lord will bring destruction on their state. The Lord destroyed San Francisco with an earthquake (San Andreas Fault) and fire in 1906.


26 October 2008


Last night I camped out four miles east of Lolo Pass in Montana on U.S. 12. As I was tending the campfire, I began to meditate on the dream I had this past March when I was camped out on Highway 46 in California.


There were three wooden poles supporting an electrical power line. The middle pole was broken clean off. The electrical power line may represent the power of God. The three wooden poles may represent the three geographical regions of California: the northern region, the central region and the southern region. The broken middle pole would symbolize the central region of California—I believe that this is where the earthquake will happen.


The northern border of the central region of California would extend from Point Arena (on Highway 1) in the west to South Lake Tahoe in the east. The southern border of the central region would extend from San Simeon in the west to Ridgecrest (on U.S. 395) in the east.

The major cities in this central region would be Sacramento, San Francisco, San Jose and Fresno. The danger area in this region would be along the San Andreas Fault.


It is interesting to note that I did NOT have the dream when I was hitchhiking in the southern region of California (I slept outside in Barstow, Santa Barbara and Mohave/California City). I had the dream while I was camped out on the north side of Highway 46 approximately 30 miles west of Lost Hills, California: the extreme southern edge of the central region of California. The Lord is in the details.


If you go due east into the state of Nevada, Las Vegas is within the northern and southern borders of the central region of California.


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The Great Fire of London


The Great Fire of London In That Apocalyptic Year, 1666 by Neil Hanson


Chapter 2, “The Hellish Design”:


Page 27: “Humphrey Smith’s Vision Which He Saw Concerning London, also written years before the event [1660], predicted a fire in 1666 ‘in the foundation of all her buildings and there was none could quench it . . . .The burning thereof was exceeding great . . . .All the tall buildings fell and it consumed all the lofty things therein . . . . And the fire continued, for though all the lofty part was brought down yet there was much old stuff and parts of broken down, desolate walls, which the fire continued burning against.’


“Daniel Baker also warned where the ‘evil ways’ of London would lead. ‘A fire, a consuming fire shall be kindled in the bowels of the earth, which will scorch with burning heat . . . .a great and large slaughter shall be throughout the land.’ And Walter Gostello ‘looked up to heaven and there saw such a cloud of blackness and dirt as could not possibly arise from any place but hell . . . .If fire make not ashes of the City, and thy bones also, conclude me a liar for ever . . . .Repent or burn, you and your city London.’”


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Chapter 10, “Firestorm”:


Page 149: “The greatest fire that ever happened upon the earth since the burning of Sadom and Gomorrah.”


–Rege Sincera, Observations both Historical and Moral upon the Burning of London


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Chapter 11, “A Dismal Desert”:


Page 162: “Thus fell great London, that ancient city, that populous city. London, which was the queen city of the land . . .and yet how is London departed like smoke and her glory laid in the dust. . . .How does the whole nation tremble at the sound of her fall. How is the pride of London stained and beauty spoiled, her arm broken and strength departed, her riches almost gone . . .since the firing and fall of this city which had the strength and treasure of the nation in it. The glory of London is now fled away like a bird, the trade of London is shattered and broken to pieces, her delights also are vanished and pleasant things laid to waste.”


–Thomas Vincent, God’s Terrible Voice in the City


Page 167: “The judgement that has fallen upon London is immediately from the hand of God and no plots by Frenchmen or Dutchmen or Papists have any part in bringing upon you so much misery.”


–Charles II


Page 176: “The King, ‘in a religious sense of God’s heavy hand upon this Kingdom in the late dreadful fire happened in the City of London . . .a visitation so dreadful that scarce any age or nation has ever seen or felt the like,’ had ordered that October 10 be observed as a ‘day of fasting and humiliation . . .to implore the mercies of God that it would please him to pardon the crying sins of this nation, those especially which had drawn down this last and heavy judgement upon us, and to remove from us all other his judgements which our sins have deserved.'”



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George Fox–An Autobiography

Edited by Rufus M. Jones


Chapter XVI

“A Year in Scarborough Castle”

1665-1666


“The very next day after my release, the fire broke out in London [The Great Fire of London, 1666], and the report of it came quickly down into the country. Then I saw the Lord God was true and just in His Word, which he had shown me before in Lancaster jail, when I saw the angel of the Lord with a glittering sword drawn southward, as before expressed.


“The people of London were forewarned of this fire; yet few laid to heart, or believed it; but rather grew more wicked, and higher in pride. For a Friend was moved to come out of Huntingdonshire a little before the fire, to scatter his money, and turn his horse loose on the streets, to untie the knees of his trousers, let his stockings fall down, and to unbutton his doublet, and tell the people that so should they run up and down, scattering their money and their goods, half undressed, like mad people, as he was sign to them; and so they did, when the city was burning.


“Thus hath the Lord exercised His prophets and servants by His power, shown them signs of His judgments, and sent them to forewarn the people; but, instead of repenting, they have beaten and cruelly entreated some, and some they have imprisoned, both in the former power’s days and since.


“But the Lord is just, and happy are they that obey His word.”

Flee California!
California Drought
Las Vegas Earthquake
Los Angeles Earthquake Dream
Christian Exodus from California

Book Review: High Plains Drifter   8 comments

A week ago, I was looking at my Amazon.com account and I noticed that someone had written a very nice review for my book High Plains Drifter:  A Hitchhiking Journey Across America.  The review is by M. Canniff (Valora Raziel):

“I first heard of Tim Shey through his web site, and then ordered his book from Amazon. (I have yet to ever meet him.) I was curious about what life on the road must be like for a hitchhiker following God. His path that he details in this book, blew all my previous misconceptions about hitchhikers clear out of the water! He receives guidance from the Holy Spirit, through the spiritual gift of knowledge, in what I see as a unique twist to the usual. Some have claimed to hear the voice of God speaking to them and directing them into His Ways, but in Tim’s experience, He feels the anointing of the Lord upon him, giving him great peace and joy, thereby letting him know, that he is indeed upon the right path. And what a path it is! Tim shares how the Holy Spirit leads him into intersecting paths of those people that God wants him to meet. Sometimes it’s just a simple conversation with another believer, that leads them into a stronger faith in Christ, and other times it is to actually, physically, lend a helping hand to those who (at that moment,) are in desperate need. It shows how the Lord can be trusted to work out even the smallest details in ones life. It also shows how one can live for Christ without all the encumbrances that come with having and getting material stuff. My only disappointment with the book was it’s lack of a good solid ending. (I am a ‘happily-ever-after’ and an ‘all-loose-ends-tied-up’ kind of reader.) However, I also realize that it simply isn’t possible for him to have one yet, as he is still out there, on the road, doing the Will of God. So, in conclusion, if you’ve ever wondered what it must be like, for a man of God to live the life of a hitchhiker, then this is the book for you. It will open your eyes to a world that few of us have ever experienced…”

Customer Reviews for High Plains Drifter on Amazon.com
Book Depository
The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories
The Computer, Iowa State University and Jane Smiley
High Plains Drifter (short story)
Into The Wild
The Short, Short Hitchhiker
Author/Hitchhiker
Writings from the Road
Internet Archive
Book Review:  The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories

At a Cafe in Merriman, Nebraska   4 comments

Nebraska Sandhills

[3 March 2010]

Yesterday I hitchhiked from Valentine to Merriman. I phoned Steve and he drove to town and took me and his son, Will, to a local cafe for dinner. Steve and his wife Carol have a cattle ranch thirteen miles from Merriman. Their son, Brock, and their daughter, Tiffany, also work on the ranch. Steve had picked me up hitchhiking back in 2006, so I thought I would stop by and say hello.

Steve, Will and myself sat down at a table and ordered something to eat. A few minutes later, this other guy walked in and sat down with us. He looked like he was in his late 50s. His name was Chuck.

We talked about various things: ranching, hitchhiking, politics. Chuck then started talking about his experience in the Vietnam War. He was a Navy SEAL that had graduated from BUD/S (Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL) Training in 1972. Chuck talked at length about some of his firefights in the jungles of Southeast Asia. He said that the average life expectancy of a lieutenant in Vietnam was eleven minutes. Chuck was once shot out of a tree by an RPG (rocket-propelled grenade); he was providing covering fire for his team when the explosion of the grenade knocked him out of the tree. He had intense, penetrating eyes; it looked like he had been to hell and back.

I asked Chuck if he had seen the film We Were Soldiers and if it was a realistic account of combat in Vietnam. He said that he had seen the film and that it was very realistic. Chuck said that he had met Hal Moore (the author of the book We Were Soldiers) and thought that he was the best officer in Vietnam. I believe Moore had retired as a general in the U.S. Army.

Chuck had a son who fought recently in Afghanistan. He was an Airborne Ranger. Chuck talked a little about his son’s combat experiences on the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan.

Some people think that the Navy SEALs are the best elite warriors in the world and some people think that the British SAS are the best. I asked Chuck if he had ever met any British SAS; he said that he had met a few. I could tell that Chuck knew where I was going with this: are the SAS the best warriors in the world? Chuck told me that the Israeli Special Forces were “deadly”; he had absolute respect for them and for Mossad (Israeli Intelligence). He said that the Israeli Special Forces were the best elite soldiers on the planet.

We finished our dinner and I shook Chuck’s hand. It was a great honor to talk with a U.S. Navy SEAL.

I remember watching a documentary on President Harry Truman. Since a child, Truman had to wear glasses—he was pretty much blind without them. In a World War I photo of Captain Harry Truman, he had his glasses off. The commentator of the documentary said that Harry Truman had eyes of steel. Chuck, the Vietnam Veteran, had eyes of steel.

I stayed overnight at Steve and Carol’s ranch. Steve, Carol, Tiffany and myself had excellent fellowship at the supper table. Tiffany was hoping to get into a Christian college in North Carolina. I told them a number of my stories of hitchhiking around the United States. They have a beautiful ranch in the Sandhills of Nebraska. I was grateful to have met Steve’s family. I also met Steve’s dad and step-mom. Steve’s dad writes for three newspapers in Nebraska and one in South Dakota. Steve’s dad gave me a copy of a booklet that he had published; these were newspaper articles that were published during the previous year.

Right now I am in Chadron. I may be heading south to Alliance tomorrow.

A Ride in Nebraska in 2006 or What Goes Around Comes Around
A Conversation with a World War II U.S. Navy Frogman
No Jump Tonight!
A Conversation with a Vietnam Veteran
When Gibson Stays on Script
On the Mend
It’s a Small World
Where Have all the Warriors Gone?

Hitchhiking in Nebraska   12 comments

Prairie Sunset

Sand Hills, Nebraska

High Plains Drifter: A Hitchhiking Journey Across America
By Tim Shey

Excerpt from Chapter Five:

Psalm 18: 19: “He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.”

In May of 1997, I hitchhiked west towards Nebraska. I have always loved going through Nebraska. In all my travels, I believe that the people of Nebraska and Texas were by far the best people I have ever met. Nebraska was in my comfort zone. Whenever I had been wandering out west and came out of Wyoming and into Nebraska, I felt that I was back on my home turf. The people of Nebraska are gold, silver and precious stones.

I got some good rides all the way to Osmond, Nebraska. It was getting close to sundown when this guy driving a tractor picked me up.

“You can sit on the fender if you want,” he said.

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

He drove me to Plainview and we talked about the things of God and the Bible. He asked me what I was doing. I told him that I just quit my job and thought I would hitchhike by faith and see where God would take me. He offered me a job right there. He had his own construction company and lived on a farm with his wife and kids. I told him I would love to work for him, but that God was calling me out west for some reason. We stopped in Plainview and we shook hands. I hopped off the tractor and I got a motel room.

The next morning this tractor-trailer picked me up.

“I’m going all the way to western South Dakota,” he said. “I got five drops: three in Nebraska and two in South Dakota.”

We stopped at three places in Nebraska and I helped unload his van–he was hauling some small trees and shrubs. We got to a truck stop near Kadoka, South Dakota and he told me he would buy me some supper.

We were eating supper when he looked at me and said, “You know, right before I picked you up I saw this man pointing at you. It was like he was telling me to pick you up.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “I didn’t see anybody out there. I was alone.”

“I saw him plain as day. When I picked you up I didn’t see him anymore.”

I was flabbergasted. So I sat there and wondered and looked out the window and asked him, “Do you think he was an angel?”

“He must’ve. It was the strangest thing I ever saw.”

On our trip we talked a lot about the Word of God and certain preachers on TV. He lived in Sioux City and was very well self-educated. I enjoyed talking with him. After supper he said he was going back to the sleeper and get some sleep. I took a long walk—for two or three miles—out in the country. Lots of grassland; it was beautiful.

I walked back to the truck and the trucker was sound asleep. He had a double-decker sleeper, so I got in the top bunk and turned on the VCR. From midnight till four in the morning I watched two films. The first film was The Professional—it was about the life of a mafia hit man and a twelve-year-old girl named Matilda. It was very good. I forget the other film.

The next day we stopped in Rapid City and Spearfish and we unloaded his truck. He bought me breakfast and I hit the road.

A Book Review for High Plains Drifter
Are You An Angel?
A State of Existing, North Dakota
Tim Shey Hitchhiking in Western Wyoming
It’s a Small World
The life of a hobo
Hitchhiking Stories from Digihitch
A Thumb and a Prayer
An American Pilgrim:  Some Reflections on High Plains Drifter