Or is it a flying saucer hot dog? Cartoon watercolor/lino print I did back in 1985 or so.
Or is it a flying saucer hot dog? Cartoon watercolor/lino print I did back in 1985 or so.
(cross posted at my blog Frame 352: The Stranger Side of Sasquatch)
Cleaning out my study; lots of old files, and books, and all kinds of stuff. Had. forgotten all about a little journal I started in 1978 or so about my UFO experiences. Here’s one about a dream I had:
The dream: [edited for clarity] Date: June 29, 1978
Night time, Los Angeles. I’m standing on the corner across from my mother’s house. (interesting I wrote “my mother’s house” seems an odd way to phrase that. It’s the house I grew up in. Also, the house where my mother saw a UFO, and became very excited, calling us kids to come out and look at “the flying saucer.” No one believed her — except me. In fact, I told not to worry when the UFO was no longer visible. “Don’t worry mom, they’ll be back. They always come back.”)
I look up to the sky, and see very clearly, a large rectangle and another shape, thicker than the first. they are zooming through the air quickly and quietly. The UFOs break apart and disappear over a hill. (No hills however where I grew up.) Now I see flashes of light, and the sounds of machine guns. I know however that that’s not what is making the sound — it’s not the ‘guns’ it’s something else.
People on the street stop to look towards the sounds. I try to tell them what I saw: UFOs. Some believe me, some don’t. To be expected.
Suddenly, as we’re discussing what’s happening, a very large crescent of light comes floating through the sky, very fast. It’s heading towards the direction of the ‘machine gun’ sounds. The sounds stop. The UFOs come back in their original direction, towards me. They stop above me. Strange sounds like music are heard, but it’s difficult to tell if the sounds are from musical instruments (at least what we’re familiar with) or machines.
All this time, during this experience, I think it’s really happening. Then I remember I’m dreaming. Or am I? I must be. Of course I am. I’m confused. Within the dream I dream again. And here I tell Jim (my boyfriend at the time, my spouse now) all about the dream. He believes me. All of it. I tell him that the UFOs are real, “I just know they are.” No doubt. No argument. I tell him: “Well, I guess I really saw a UFO, it happens, and it just did to me.”
This time, in this dream, I wasn’t frightened, as I had been in the past in other dreams. I did feel awe, however, not in a religious sense (no space brother-sister Close Encounters stuff) but simply in an “this is incredible” sense.
We were living in Eugene, Oregon at this time. This before where we moved a few miles away and I had my orange orb and missing time experience. I did have a lot of weird UFO alien type dreams — was having them in Los Angeles when I met Jim, where we had missing time and a possible sighting — I find it interesting these dreams started before this. This suggests my experiences have been with me since childhood. Jim, who has had his own UFO related experiences, also since childhood; I have often commented how our experiences are not as random as we might think at times.
There’s a link to video of an orange orb on the Coast to Coast site. Tim Binnall reports on an orange orb sighting and video of the orb from South Carolina. You can also watch the video on YouTube, posted by the witness Debra Thomson. (The comments are interesting. For example, how anyone can seriously suggest the orb is a “Chinese lantern. . . “)
Interesting video; it’s clear, and shows a lit from within orange orb moving rapidly around in the night sky. The video is five minutes and twenty-one seconds long. I’m always curious about reports of orange orbs, and watching videos of those orbs, so that I can compare them to the orange orb I saw decades ago.
While the orb I saw was orange, and appeared to be lit from within, it did not spin or rotate (or give the illusion of) as this orb does. “My” orb also did not move frenetically around the sky. In fact, the orb I saw was at first stationary; it seemed to be waiting for me. As soon as it “saw” me, or, as soon as I said to myself “What the hell is that?!” it zoomed from the top of the hill approximately a mile away, to across the road from me. Then it followed me. I had the feeling the entire time I was watching this orb that it was aware of me, knew what I was thinking, and was playing with me.
The following from the witness in South Carolina echoes this experience:
Perhaps the most intriguing insight from Thompson was that she felt like the object somehow knew that she was filming it, which echoes other UFO witnesses who have reported some kind of psychic connection with the object that they encountered. [Tim Binnall, Coast to Coast]
The orb I saw was large; the size of a basketball. It’s hard to say how large the orb was in this video, but it does seem a good size. Bigger than some colored orb lights — of which there are now hundreds of videos — you can see on YouTube and elsewhere.
I’ve seen Chinese lanterns. They are beautiful but once you see them, it’s obvious what they are. And once you’ve seen, as I have, many types of UFOs, including orange orbs, there’s no mistaking the two.
Both the orb I saw and the Thompson orb did not have any sound. (True, I was on the back of a motorcycle during my sighting and it’s possible the sound of the bike drowned out any sound from the orb.)
Aside from the missing time that was a part of my orange orb sighting, I’ve always wondered why it was I saw this thing so many decades ago, when reports of such sightings seemed to be nil. I searched for years for similar reports. Then, suddenly, years later, people started to report these things. But that’s another aspect to think about another day.
This NYE, it was pretty quiet around here. Years past, I’ve witnessed mysterious lights in the skies. I didn’t even step outside last night. Too damn cold, and various neighbors thought it cool to set off booming illegal fireworks that rattled our windows and scared the cat. So if there were orbs, lights and ET craft up there, I wouldn’t have seen them.
It actually seemed quiet all around (except for the above mentioned yahoos with their exploding toys) kind of spooky. I didn’t hear any horns or whistles or rattles, or people shouting out “Happy New Year!” (Maybe most of us are just numb because of the orange one. When will he be impeached????!!!!) A disquieting quiet.
I doubt that disclosure from governments and powers that be will every happen; on that things will remain quiet. A few tidbits and distractions, as always, things just bubbling beneath the surface, but Full Disclosure? Nope. It seems that things UFO wise — as far as the mainstream culture is concerned — have been quiet. But I sense things will pick up.
I was very close with someone all through elementary school and high school. I’ll call her Fiona. We went through a lot together; her family was rich, lived in a gated community, father some kind of scientist at a well known Big Science Private Sector institution, but I forget which one. She was unhappy; something very off about both her parents. I even went to counseling with her and her family a few times. I regret that, due to my own issues (sex, drugs, rock and roll. Not being trite here, but sad to say, a trio of self-destructive behaviors) when I was in my late teens, early twenties, our last couple of visits were not good ones due to my own self-indulgence. But since then, this person is the only one from my childhood that appears when I think of my childhood experiences involving UFOs.
Sometimes Fiona shows up in my dreams involving UFOs. Or she just appears during a memory of a UFO related memory. No one else, not my god-sister, (or my own sisters), or other friends, just Fiona. The question is, why?
I do not have any memory of Fiona and I seeing a UFO together, or experiencing anything of a paranormal nature.
We spent a lot of time on the roof of her ten (twelve?) story apartment tower. Late at night, sitting up there, watching the skies. Does the fact her father was a scientist play into this? Does any of this mean anything at all? Who knows of course. It could also be nothing at all, of no account, and Fiona’s appearance in my memories, dream realm or otherwise, means nothing.
Just another odd fragment within this giant, multi-faceted sphere of UFO experience.
Labels. We all use them, in every situation and context. Labels help us. They also manipulate us. We need something to hang onto, something to help us make sense of things. A handy quick label keeps us moving. We assume we all know, all agree, what we’re talking about when we use labels. Of course, most of the time that’s not true. We don’t agree, we aren’t sure, and we just want to get to it. Not get bogged down with defining our labels or explaining ourselves.
When it comes to UFOs, well, the word itself is a label abused. Both debunkers and believers (more labels!) assume UFO means aliens from outer space. (My theory is “they started it” meaning the skepti-bunkers, who insist that UFO of course “really” means ET, and therefore, let the scoffing and mocking begin.)
What labels to use when talking about people who’ve interacted with UFOs and or entities? Experiencer is a big one. Abductee, contactee, … the edges blur with those two, though of course those words help us identify witnesses who have been contacted, or taken, by entities. (And I do recognize that I use entity more than alien, certainly more than ET, because, well, we don’t know they’re literal ETs.) I will not ever tell someone who’s gone through encounters what to do; never suggest they take a specific approach or use only certain terminology. That’s up to them. For myself, I think simply using the word witness is enough. Yes, I’ve experienced things as well, but for me, that word in this context seems clinical. The use of the word experience removes a complicated mass of emotions and responses, it sets the self apart from the crazy mysterious scary weird exhilarating thing that happened.
It is up to each one of us who have witnessed these things to use whatever terms makes sense to us at the time. And the researchers who work with witnesses need to respect that, using their own language as they see fit, but allowing the witness her or his voice as well.