Interesting how playing around with images and moving away from the original intent can convey the feeling of an event better than what you started out with. I really like this image; did not like the original painting much. I was trying to capture the impact, the suddenness of the appearance of the orange orb seen decades ago in Eugene, Oregon. But the original painting didn’t do that, and, it was pretty much a “meh” kind of painting. After playing around with the image on the computer, I really like the looks of this image. Even though the white foreground gives the appearance of snow, possibly and the actual landscape was green, dark and woodsy, this conveys the emotional feeling much better.
This is a rendering of the front door entryway of my childhood home in Los Angeles, California. When I was little, I would wait for my “friends” — beings, barely seen, that would come to me as I waited in my bed at night. They would float me out the hall door to the front door, where I would “dance” with them before they floated me out through the front door and place me high up in the large fir tree in our neighbor’s front yard. There, I’d wait for the ship to arrive, where I’d go off with them. Except, I barely remember seeing the aliens — they were there, but barely visible. And after the ship’s arrival, I don’t remember anything after that. Just sitting in the tree, feeling very excited, and looking at the incredible sparkling stars in the Prussian blue sky.
I saw this UFO about thirteen years ago in west Eugene. We were at a bar-b-que (summer, don’t recall the month.) Standing around outside, talking, late afternoon/early evening. Typical summer month in Eugene — so it probably was July — humid, cloudy, not hot sunny bright weather.
I remember I was standing in a circle with others, and I’m looking up at the sky. Way up there, very high up, I noticed a cigar shaped object moving steadily across the sky. What was so odd about this was the both the color — turquoise — and its brightness, or luminescence. It seemed to be glowing from within. (As opposed to light, like the sun, reflecting off it.) I kept watching to make sure the entire object was indeed just this one color, which would be very odd for any airplane. No markings, no other colors, no lights. No wings. Just this lit from within turquoise color. The color never changed, nor the shape.
The object was certainly strange enough, but equally strange was the non-reaction of the people I was with. They saw me watching the sky, but didn’t ask me what I was looking at. When I asked them to look at the slowly moving, luminous turquoise object, they simply . . . didn’t. Not one person looked up. In fact, some looked down at the ground, as if this was an embarrassing moment. I wasn’t yelling out “Hey!! Look at the space ship full of aliens from Mars!!!” I simply said, “Hey guys, look at this plane up there…I’ve never seen one like it before.” Or something to that effect. Something very simple and mildly curious.
I’ve never seen an object like that before, or since. Cigar shape, lit from within, turquoise, no markings or appendages, moving very slowly — slower than a plane — and very high up in the sky. I suppose it could have been a blimp, but, it seemed too far up for a blimp, also, the lit from within aspect was very strange. I don’t know if we would have heard a noise from the blimp that high up — if it was a blimp — but I didn’t hear a noise.
Who knows what that thing was? A true UFO in the sense it was unidentified, as well as unusual. I am not suggesting it was an alien spaceship (though, you know, . . . anything is possible) and the object could have a prosaaic explanation. But refusing to look up at the sky to make that determination for yourself — that is just about weirder than the object itself.
My copy of Ronny Le Blanc’s Monsterland: Encounters with UFOs, Bigfoot, and Orange Orbsarrived the other day. I took two images and posted them on Facebook. I hadn’t opened the book, just held up the front to the camera. And a bit of synchronicity, the place where fingers were when I was holding the book — right on page 140, Chapter 12: The Orange Orbs.
Naturally I read Chapter 12 first. Surprised to find that orange orbs were seen in the 1800s. There are reports of basket ball sized orbs — like the one I saw. According to Le Blanc. the smaller orbs, the ubiquitous orange dots of lights seen in night skies, I assume, are “drones” and “are the ones that get close to people.” In my case though the large, basketball sized orb is the orb that got close to me. I haven’t seen the smaller ones.
Le Blanc has his own orange orb sighting. He writes that:
“I knew there was some type of intelligence behind these things. . . “ (page 141)
I felt the same thing when I witnessed the orange orb. Not only did it seem intelligent, but that it was utterly aware of me, and waiting for me, following me with intent. And, of course, there was missing time.
We did see a silver sphere shaped object above a field out on Lorane highway decades ago. It was still light but late afternoon, early evening. About fifty feet above a large grassy field (no animals around) we saw a silver or chrome colored round object that was stationary, and rotating slowly. A white beam of light was shining down from underneath the object. I remember my husband and I both slowed down, watched it for a few moments. We both felt uncomfortable and agreed we didn’t like this, and, “let’s get out of here.”
Not sure why but I’ve had tall whites on my mind today.
Haven’t posted much lately. Not for lack of interest or the usual topsy turvy stuff in UFO Land. Plenty to write about there. (Like Tom DeLonge’s Academy to the Stars whatever. Oy.) (Speaking of, Peter Levenda, who I like, has been in cahoots with that whole mess. I don’t understand.)
I’ve been focusing on my non-paranormal UFO side: fiction. (Ha ha, I can hear some of you out there now: “Fiction?! Isn’t that what UFO Land is all about?”) Mainly, my Haiku Daddy-Opage on Facebook (join if you like) and trying to self-publish some of my collections. One which is about the realm of the weird. It’s titled Orange Orb/Silver Sphere. I hope to have at least one chapbook up on Amazon soon.
For many years I tried to keep the two worlds separate; the UFO world and my creative writing world. But now, I’ve decided to just go where it all takes me.
Speaking of writing and creativity and one’s real UFO experiences, my husband is writing a novel, semi-autobiographical. Parts include when we first met and shared our UFO experiences. So in literature, “fiction,” the realm of the weird does have a place.
Husband writing his novel, which includes when we first met. Discussions follow. After forty plus years of marriage, memories. . .
Synchronicity, or maybe just plain old nostalgia, but this weekend is our forty-third anniversary.
And I’m writing, on my own stuff, paranormal and not.
So we’re listening to old Donovan (do not underestimate him) on vinyl, of course, and things came to my mind. Like the following poem:
He was there
before we knew each other
I have a memory , some
might call it a screen memory, or
when we met, we sat in his Fiat
talking poetry, dreams, UFOs
was I there?
I remember him, Donovan
Hollywood Bowl, on a carpet
was I there?
Later, dreams, missing time
Where were we?
Was I there?
Back in 2011, when I was writing for Tim Binnall’s site, I wrote the following:
Donovan in Concert at the Hollywood Bowl … Maybe
Memory and UFOs. Missing time. Conscious recall of astounding events. These memories affect the UFO witness, contactee and abductee in profound ways. The memories are vivid, full of emotional and spiritual import that brings life long changes to the experiencer.
Even missing time – which is no memory – is a sort of memory. You know you don’t remember; you remember that something strange happened before, and something strange followed, but what happened in-between? During that in-between state, something happened, something involving you. The memory of those moments exist, somewhere, outside yourself. Forever frustrating, until recalled. But at that point, can we trust the process that brought us to that moment of recollection? Do we just think we remember? How much of those memories are real? All, some, none?
I have a few memories that don’t involve UFOs or really, anything particularity high strangeness or paranormal and yet… there’s a nagging feeling with this category of memory that UFOs were on the edges of these events. Events that I can’t fully recall. They share some similarities with missing time.
For years I’ve had a vague memory of attending a Donovan concert at the Hollywood Bowl in 1969. I have a vivid memory of seeing him on stage. I remember standing up on a little rise, the night air around me, seeing him and hearing him. I don’t recall being with anyone, if I was, I don’t remember who I was with. And yet, I don’t remember anything else at all. Not going to the concert, who I went with, anything about the concert itself, or anything afterwards. I don’t know how I got there. I don’t remember anything. I’m not sure I was there. But I think I might have been.
Curious to know if Donovan ever did play the Hollywood Bowl in 1969, I found proof that he did on the delightful The Go-Go’s Notebook blog. He did play there in 1969. No way to prove if I had been there, but at least we know he was.
There’s no one I could ask about this; my father, who I was living with at the time, has since passed away. He’d be the only one who might know. I was pretty left on my own back then, so adults or others who might know if I had gone wouldn’t necessarily know. It wouldn’t have been unusual for me to attend a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, where I’d seen may concerts, or other places.
It bothers me of course, not knowing if something really happened or not. At least in the context of UFOs, there’s a “Well, that explains it” context. Missing time, not being able to remember, while seeing a UFO, all adds up to the strange. It’s strange to begin with.
I don’t have any memories of UFO experiences when I was a teenager, except for one other memory related event. A few years ago I was meditating, and looking at a landscape I had painted of Santa Cruz. My mind wandered to a night in Santa Cruz by a river. My father and some family members were camping; in that meditative state I could vidily remember the smell of the water as well as the sounds, the cold air…and in the painting/memory, a stationary “star” began to move, zooming in towards us. I have a lucid moment, saying to myself “That didn’t happen when we were there!” I heard a voice outside of myself, speak to me inside my head that I “knew it was a UFO and I had better stop playing games” with myself about the reality of that memory. Then I was jolted back to the reality of my bedroom, the painting, and current time.
Was this memory of attending a Donovan concert related to this Santa Cruz event? Cover memories and games with time, and, location? As weird as this hazy memory realm is, it isn’t unheard of or unusual with UFO witnesses. Whitley Streiber is among witnesses who’ve shared their experiences of almost dreamlike memories that were not dreams, yet… some shadowy thing has happened to distance the witness from the event. Why?
Jim (my spouse of these many decades) and I have had many paranormal and UFO experiences; separate, in our childhoods, before we knew each other, as well as during our relationship. One example: the orange orb sighting, with missing time.