Giacomo9979
Paranormal Novice
I was either 13 or 14 years old that summer night a friend and I slept outside behind my parents house. I would sleep outside as often as I could to watch the stars. I still do. I think it was 1962. We still had relatively dark skies back then in upstate NY. It was a moonless night. After falling asleep my friend started shaking me awake sometime during the middle of the night. He wasn’t saying anything, he was frantically pointing up to the South Western sky. I looked up and coming from over the tree tops was this, well I didn’t know what it was. I’ve posted a drawing of it. I estimate it spanned 3.0 degrees in the sky. The tail or propulsion was a little less wide than I have in the drawing I posted. It definitely was in the atmosphere. If I had to guess, perhaps as low as 15,000 feet to as high as 40,000 feet. I just don’t know. If it were low, it was slower than an aircraft. It took perhaps 20 to 25 minutes to traverse the sky to the horizon from the tree tops.
It appeared to be a sphere with electrical sparks emanating from all around it with a electrical sparking propulsion system. I could see faint colors of red and blue within the white sparking. We could see details very clearly. Here is the curious part. My Mother always left the back door unlocked. It was a warm first week in September. My Father insisted all the windows be left open. I ran down to the house only to find the back door was locked. I wanted the family to see this. Even the screen door was locked. That had never happened before. I ran to the back garage door which was broken and could be opened but that door was shut and locked too. I ran to the front, the overhead garage door was locked. At this point I must tell you I could never as a teenager ever sneak into the house because my Mother would always wake up. My Mother was such a light sleeper even the slightest noise from the other end of the house would wake her up. I swear as a teenager no matter how quiet I was my Mother always woke up. I couldn’t get away with anything. I started beating on the front door. No response. Ringing the door bell did not stir either my parents or my three siblings. Then I noticed all the windows were shut. My Father would have been angry. That made no sense. It was a very warm night. I started beating on my Mother’s window not four feet from her bed. Still no one responded.
I ran to the neighbors next door and encountered the exact same thing. All the windows were shut. No one responded to the door bell ringing or knocking. Then I became aware how still everything was. Sure it was in the middle of the night but the county highway was only a few blocks away. No cars. No sounds. It cruised over a city of 200,000 and would go directly over the airport. I would later find no reports of any kind. I just stood there looking up as it was going over my zenith. I couldn’t help but notice how pretty it was. Strange sense, this notion came over me. Were they or whatever it was, aware of me? It appeared to be a controlled craft. As it pasted my zenith I didn’t want it to leave. I met up with my friend still in the same place on the hill in the back yard. We kept backing up higher up the hill to see it eventually disappear over the horizon perhaps some 50 to 60 miles away.
That was Saturday night. Monday morning both my friend and I were on the school bus. I started telling other kids what my friend and I saw. My friend came over to me and sternly said to me in my ear, we will not talk about this and to never mention his name. My friend was two years older and he was right. We would have been ridiculed. My friend was quite shaken up from that experience. For several weeks he would ask me if I had told anyone. I hadn’t. We would periodically talk about it in private all through High School.
Forty years later I tracked my friend down by phone. I was curious if he had ever thought about that night in 1962. We talked for a while then I asked him. He did not remember anything. Whoa I thought. He had no recollection of it. In 2004 I got curious again and tracked it's path with a string on a large globe. I new exactly where we were and where it disappeared over the horizon. It was a crude method. Back tracking it’s path brought me to where the southern magnetic pole was in 1962. Not a far stretch to connect electrical with magnetic. I have wondered if that object was generating an electromagnetic field and was effecting the areas it flew over? If it was as electrical as I perceived it then how could it not? Effecting people, the environment or even reality. I never found anything similar to it except possibly in an old religious painting.
I have had a number of years to think about this experience. I still have no idea what I had witnessed. Was this from off world? A parallel world? I have even considered an inner world origin. An alternate reality? Which I tend to believe. Within two years of that night I started meditating and still do to this day.
That was my first experience.
It appeared to be a sphere with electrical sparks emanating from all around it with a electrical sparking propulsion system. I could see faint colors of red and blue within the white sparking. We could see details very clearly. Here is the curious part. My Mother always left the back door unlocked. It was a warm first week in September. My Father insisted all the windows be left open. I ran down to the house only to find the back door was locked. I wanted the family to see this. Even the screen door was locked. That had never happened before. I ran to the back garage door which was broken and could be opened but that door was shut and locked too. I ran to the front, the overhead garage door was locked. At this point I must tell you I could never as a teenager ever sneak into the house because my Mother would always wake up. My Mother was such a light sleeper even the slightest noise from the other end of the house would wake her up. I swear as a teenager no matter how quiet I was my Mother always woke up. I couldn’t get away with anything. I started beating on the front door. No response. Ringing the door bell did not stir either my parents or my three siblings. Then I noticed all the windows were shut. My Father would have been angry. That made no sense. It was a very warm night. I started beating on my Mother’s window not four feet from her bed. Still no one responded.
I ran to the neighbors next door and encountered the exact same thing. All the windows were shut. No one responded to the door bell ringing or knocking. Then I became aware how still everything was. Sure it was in the middle of the night but the county highway was only a few blocks away. No cars. No sounds. It cruised over a city of 200,000 and would go directly over the airport. I would later find no reports of any kind. I just stood there looking up as it was going over my zenith. I couldn’t help but notice how pretty it was. Strange sense, this notion came over me. Were they or whatever it was, aware of me? It appeared to be a controlled craft. As it pasted my zenith I didn’t want it to leave. I met up with my friend still in the same place on the hill in the back yard. We kept backing up higher up the hill to see it eventually disappear over the horizon perhaps some 50 to 60 miles away.
That was Saturday night. Monday morning both my friend and I were on the school bus. I started telling other kids what my friend and I saw. My friend came over to me and sternly said to me in my ear, we will not talk about this and to never mention his name. My friend was two years older and he was right. We would have been ridiculed. My friend was quite shaken up from that experience. For several weeks he would ask me if I had told anyone. I hadn’t. We would periodically talk about it in private all through High School.
Forty years later I tracked my friend down by phone. I was curious if he had ever thought about that night in 1962. We talked for a while then I asked him. He did not remember anything. Whoa I thought. He had no recollection of it. In 2004 I got curious again and tracked it's path with a string on a large globe. I new exactly where we were and where it disappeared over the horizon. It was a crude method. Back tracking it’s path brought me to where the southern magnetic pole was in 1962. Not a far stretch to connect electrical with magnetic. I have wondered if that object was generating an electromagnetic field and was effecting the areas it flew over? If it was as electrical as I perceived it then how could it not? Effecting people, the environment or even reality. I never found anything similar to it except possibly in an old religious painting.
I have had a number of years to think about this experience. I still have no idea what I had witnessed. Was this from off world? A parallel world? I have even considered an inner world origin. An alternate reality? Which I tend to believe. Within two years of that night I started meditating and still do to this day.
That was my first experience.
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