It's a small Universe - part one
I never remember any of my family talking about UFO's too much. Oh maybe a little here and there, with a smirk on a face. When the subject was mentioned, but that would be a very quickly passed over oddity.
My parents have a friend who is very interested in them. But again, it gets the smirk and passed by.
And yet as a family group we were very interested in the space race. I recall watching the landing on the Moon. I was in high school then. Neil Armstrong stepping out onto the surface of the Moon, and the footprint on the surface of the Moon. And all that went with it.
After that, my life was filled with graduating, the whole college experience, disillusion with college,
working, questing for the person I was looking for, often in others, and the dead ends those led to.
A long process, life long. I found someone who loved me, I loved him, we got pregnant, got married, had a baby girl, bought the place we still live on today, and moved in.
Life was a whirl, lots of things to do, try and get done before winter, and it was August, 1978, a hot night
and I was exhausted after dealing with a fussy baby, unpacking household items, trying to set up a kitchen and trying to basically make a nest to raise my child in with on a really tight budget.
For some reason, I woke up that night, around the hour of 2 a.m. My husband was soundly asleep as was our daughter in her basinette close by the bed.
There was this low humming noise, and I went downstairs to see if I could find it. It was coming from outside, so I stepped out the door. I think I walked over into the open lawn area without even feeling the stones, or minding the dewey wet grass out in the yard. And I have really sensitive feet and hands.
And there was three huge bright lights in the clear night sky. One pointing down at the end of our canyon,
and one high over the top of our mountain that our canyon sits at the base of, and one to the east. Like small moons in the sky.
Then I realized that between the bright lights, that triangle area, the stars were blocked out. Nothing but
blackness there. And this thing was huge, so enormous that it was several football field lengths long.
I always find it amusing that we all use the term football lengths to describe a UFO. But somehow it seems appropriate.
I lost track of time as I stared up at this thing, totally bewildered by what I was seeing. Finally, exhaustion just kicked in and I simply went back to bed.
In the morning I thought I was dreaming, untill I looked at my feet. Dirty(I always wash my feet before bed, or take a wash cloth and soap to them) and pieces of dried grass sticking to them. And I do know the difference between waking and dreaming. I am not a sleep walker or talker either.
My husband kind of gave me this look when I tried to tell him what I had seen. So I dropped the subject.
A few years later, when I had two children and my daughter was five and in kindergarten, there was a sighting of a UFO, and a crash out here in the forest. Somewhere remote.
A friend saw the UFO at a little store further out. We had these little country outposts in our very large valley, and he was outside the store heading for the phone on the front porch. This was pre-cell phone days.
Mid-1980's.
Well, lots of talk, lots of debate, lots of conjecture on the UFO phenomena going all around. Quite a few people has seen this thing.
Me, well I had missed it, but thought well could be. After all I had seen one. Then the black helcopters showed up.
A long time afterwards I read accounts of the black helicopters, and didn't discount them. I saw one.
My daughter was in school, my son was playing close to me, and I was hanging up clothes. This was springtime and I didn't have a dryer worth a hoot. So I was using a homemade clothes line strung from tree to tree outside my house.
Over the back side of my property, all of a sudden there was this shiny, extremely large copter, no markings. None at all. I was raised military, and I have seen a fair amount of copters, and their identification markings. This thing was huge, really huge, black, shiny, and a bit more quieter than a lot of copters.
And it was flying low, and absolutely searching. And in our canyon, with it's updrafts, that was crazy.
Every nook and cranny. So it seemed.
After I pulled my mouth shut, I got my kid and skiddadled into the house. I was frightened to be honest.
Finally it left my property, but I could hear it moving down the canyon. Later the neighbors were all a buzz. What was it, a military copter, a police copter, do you know, did you see it, what was it looking for?
Well, I still don't know to this day what it was looking for, but I know I saw it. End of statement.
I think I stopped looking at the stars for a while after that. Too much for a head already over loaded with raising children, volunteering at the elementary school, the local library, raising animals, 4H, soccer(yes, I was a soccer mom) and occasional other child related activities. Then on to junior high, high school, sports, etc.
But one summer night my daughter called me outside. We watched a very large bright light to the south of us. It moved up and down, side to side, and changed colors. We got a binocular out and watch it up close.
It stayed the same spot for well over an hour. It's movements were unlike anything, helicopter included that I had ever seen. Both of us just knew it was not from here. The quick side to side darting movements,
zooming up and down. We finally just stopped watching, went inside, then came back out, and it was gone.
A number of years went by, and our family suffered the worst possible tragedy. We lost our son, our daughters only sibling , her brother to suicide. It was a long dark night of the soul for all of us. My husband
developed prostrate cancer, and had to have surgery. Many things just seemed to happen and go wrong all at the same time.
My husband has surgery and recovered from his surgery, we slowly moved on, heartbroken but moving.
It takes a long time over come a loss. My husbands brother died of cancer that has started in his prostrate, then my mother-in-law, it seemed for a ten year period there was many people we loved dying from cancers.
Friends, family, I became rather curious as to why so much. I already had lost faith in the established medicine, the alliopathic treatments that was the banner of medical superiority.
So I started researching on my own going into many areas alternative, reading, using, and putting them into practice.
My parents have a friend who is very interested in them. But again, it gets the smirk and passed by.
And yet as a family group we were very interested in the space race. I recall watching the landing on the Moon. I was in high school then. Neil Armstrong stepping out onto the surface of the Moon, and the footprint on the surface of the Moon. And all that went with it.
After that, my life was filled with graduating, the whole college experience, disillusion with college,
working, questing for the person I was looking for, often in others, and the dead ends those led to.
A long process, life long. I found someone who loved me, I loved him, we got pregnant, got married, had a baby girl, bought the place we still live on today, and moved in.
Life was a whirl, lots of things to do, try and get done before winter, and it was August, 1978, a hot night
and I was exhausted after dealing with a fussy baby, unpacking household items, trying to set up a kitchen and trying to basically make a nest to raise my child in with on a really tight budget.
For some reason, I woke up that night, around the hour of 2 a.m. My husband was soundly asleep as was our daughter in her basinette close by the bed.
There was this low humming noise, and I went downstairs to see if I could find it. It was coming from outside, so I stepped out the door. I think I walked over into the open lawn area without even feeling the stones, or minding the dewey wet grass out in the yard. And I have really sensitive feet and hands.
And there was three huge bright lights in the clear night sky. One pointing down at the end of our canyon,
and one high over the top of our mountain that our canyon sits at the base of, and one to the east. Like small moons in the sky.
Then I realized that between the bright lights, that triangle area, the stars were blocked out. Nothing but
blackness there. And this thing was huge, so enormous that it was several football field lengths long.
I always find it amusing that we all use the term football lengths to describe a UFO. But somehow it seems appropriate.
I lost track of time as I stared up at this thing, totally bewildered by what I was seeing. Finally, exhaustion just kicked in and I simply went back to bed.
In the morning I thought I was dreaming, untill I looked at my feet. Dirty(I always wash my feet before bed, or take a wash cloth and soap to them) and pieces of dried grass sticking to them. And I do know the difference between waking and dreaming. I am not a sleep walker or talker either.
My husband kind of gave me this look when I tried to tell him what I had seen. So I dropped the subject.
A few years later, when I had two children and my daughter was five and in kindergarten, there was a sighting of a UFO, and a crash out here in the forest. Somewhere remote.
A friend saw the UFO at a little store further out. We had these little country outposts in our very large valley, and he was outside the store heading for the phone on the front porch. This was pre-cell phone days.
Mid-1980's.
Well, lots of talk, lots of debate, lots of conjecture on the UFO phenomena going all around. Quite a few people has seen this thing.
Me, well I had missed it, but thought well could be. After all I had seen one. Then the black helcopters showed up.
A long time afterwards I read accounts of the black helicopters, and didn't discount them. I saw one.
My daughter was in school, my son was playing close to me, and I was hanging up clothes. This was springtime and I didn't have a dryer worth a hoot. So I was using a homemade clothes line strung from tree to tree outside my house.
Over the back side of my property, all of a sudden there was this shiny, extremely large copter, no markings. None at all. I was raised military, and I have seen a fair amount of copters, and their identification markings. This thing was huge, really huge, black, shiny, and a bit more quieter than a lot of copters.
And it was flying low, and absolutely searching. And in our canyon, with it's updrafts, that was crazy.
Every nook and cranny. So it seemed.
After I pulled my mouth shut, I got my kid and skiddadled into the house. I was frightened to be honest.
Finally it left my property, but I could hear it moving down the canyon. Later the neighbors were all a buzz. What was it, a military copter, a police copter, do you know, did you see it, what was it looking for?
Well, I still don't know to this day what it was looking for, but I know I saw it. End of statement.
I think I stopped looking at the stars for a while after that. Too much for a head already over loaded with raising children, volunteering at the elementary school, the local library, raising animals, 4H, soccer(yes, I was a soccer mom) and occasional other child related activities. Then on to junior high, high school, sports, etc.
But one summer night my daughter called me outside. We watched a very large bright light to the south of us. It moved up and down, side to side, and changed colors. We got a binocular out and watch it up close.
It stayed the same spot for well over an hour. It's movements were unlike anything, helicopter included that I had ever seen. Both of us just knew it was not from here. The quick side to side darting movements,
zooming up and down. We finally just stopped watching, went inside, then came back out, and it was gone.
A number of years went by, and our family suffered the worst possible tragedy. We lost our son, our daughters only sibling , her brother to suicide. It was a long dark night of the soul for all of us. My husband
developed prostrate cancer, and had to have surgery. Many things just seemed to happen and go wrong all at the same time.
My husband has surgery and recovered from his surgery, we slowly moved on, heartbroken but moving.
It takes a long time over come a loss. My husbands brother died of cancer that has started in his prostrate, then my mother-in-law, it seemed for a ten year period there was many people we loved dying from cancers.
Friends, family, I became rather curious as to why so much. I already had lost faith in the established medicine, the alliopathic treatments that was the banner of medical superiority.
So I started researching on my own going into many areas alternative, reading, using, and putting them into practice.
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