If you haven't already heard, a panel comprised of two dozen ex-pilots and government officials have asked that the old UFO investigations be re-opened for a closer look. They'll study eyewitness accounts and examine the possibility of the existence of extra-terrestrial beings and the vehicles they may or may not use to traverse vast stretches of sky in search of a more bountiful food supply than that of their home planet: "Ork".
Gimme a Break
The government is not or at least should not be interested in doing any such thing. There are bigger fish to fry, my friend and little green men are certainly not on the menu.
That said, I won't get into my political views and why I think the government's entertaining this request.
I will however tell you that I have seen these interstellar vehicles on two separate occasions.
The first was very mild to say the least. It was one of those nights where my mom had yelled at me for something like putting lit firecrackers in my little brother's ears but I was bored; you know the feeling: 17, high, homework done and your brother's ears are empty. You just think how funny it would be to blow them up. Well, mom didn't find the humor in it but hey - I wasn't going to apologize for anything. I mean, I was oppressed. I was suffocating in a house where no one understood me and my superior mind. My effort to toughen my younger, more innocent sibling was met with opposition even when I wasn't actually maiming him. I never even got a thank you.
But I Digress
I was lying on top of my 1967 Chevelle with yellow, metal flake paint and a hearty 427 cubic inch engine that would score any road surface with flames if opened up properly. It had the original rims (they were actually from a Corvette) and raised whites all around. An exhaust system custom designed to make sure you knew it was coming even though most of the time I went too fast to see it and the finest in late sixties vinyl interior with bench seating.
So I'm lying on the hood staring up at the clear night sky looking at the stars for some sort of celestial understanding. It was at that moment I saw it. One of the closer stars that, mind you, had previously been completely idle with the exception of an occasional twinkle. Well it came “alive” and began moving southeast across the sky. I stared in honest disbelief. I had always heard stories but I never believed any of them and if you told me ten seconds earlier that I would be watching this, I'd have told you to “get bent.”
As it glided back and forth I began calling to my mother unable to move away from the protection of my muscle car. She never came out.
I then realized that if the beings knew I was attempting to bring in a second party, they might vaporize me despite the intimidating frame on which I was perched.
So I kept watching as this thing started flashing and flying as a moth flies. No discernible direction clearly without purpose and maybe even just for fun. In fact, I wondered if maybe the pilot's brother snuck up behind him and put firecrackers in his ears. The pattern was that erratic.
Then it stopped - an all stop as they say in vessel navigation lingo. It then went straight up at a speed that made the Chevelle look like a Yugo going up hill.
And as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. That was my first encounter and I was sure it would be my last - until…
Fast forward to about 3 years ago. I had long since stopped tormenting my brother and was now focused on tormenting other people. My fiancée and I were strolling along the beach at about 11:30 pm. It was a breezy evening moist with sea spray and thick with salt from the high Atlantic concentration.
We stopped to dig into the cool sand and look at the sparsely clouded black sky. Few stars could be seen that night, but the clouds had an eerie glow lit by the skyline of the nearby metro area.
As we gazed into the deep darkness, I noticed a light much brighter than the stars that actually were out and faintly twinkling. I directed her attention to this and all at once, it began to move. Not much thought was given to it though, there were two or three helicopters in the air and we assumed that's what it was.
We continued our romantic evening, a squeeze here a smooch there, nothing heavy, thank you.
