1a.) Youth (1966 ? NE. Ohio):
As a young boy I remember being bored or sick and laying on my bed, the top bunk, and looking out the window. It was a cold and sunny day, and I saw a little white light moving across the blue sky. It suddenly turned a hundred and forty degrees back on itself. It then flew out of my view in an instant. I was quite a plane watcher and that was no plane.
I became a young UFO enthusiast. The first book I ever bought was "Project Blue Book'. It disappointed me deeply, since it was a skeptic's report, not a true scientific analysis. Looking at it now, I guess it was designed to lower the potential fear factor among the public. I can remember searching the playground for alien footprints, kind of like a game and yet a very serious activity to me. I also became interested in earth's ancient mysteries. I was attracted to science and math. To this day I believe that the future of humanity lies in the exploration of space.
1b.) Commentary on my youthful days:
I must also add that I had severe nosebleeds throughout early youth and into grade school. A few times I would awaken with such bad nosebleeds that I drenched whole towels. I know that at least on one or two occasions it was discussed taking me to the emergency room, but I was always against it and my parents were poor, trying to raise five boys. I ended up having my nose cauterized three times and even now I have a hard time breathing through my nose, especially when I am trying to sleep. Here is some dialog I remember after waking with my worst nosebleed ever.
Roan: They did this to me, they stuck something up my nose.
Mom: You were dreaming.
Roan: No, it was real.
Mom: You had a nightmare.
Roan incredulously: How can a dream cause a nosebleed?
Mom: Maybe you hit your head on the wall.
Roan: I didn't hit my head on the wall. I have never hit my head on the wall while sleeping. They...
Mom: Please stop talking so we can see if we can stop this. We can talk about it later.
Additionally I was smart and should have been having a happy life, but was manically depressed and suicidal in Junior high school. My empathic ability prevented me from suicide, since I knew it would devastate my family. I ran away in tenth grade and hitch-hiked to Florida. I was the seeker, knowing that not only was I lost, but that the society I lived in was even more lost, especially because they did not know they were lost: living in collective illusions and fear of death. At a very young age, the environmentally destructive materialism of our society left me feeling that humanity was headed toward disaster. As a grade school child, when I climbed a tree and looked out over the rows of suburban housing, I saw a ghost forest and many more people than the land could support.
2.) 1979 (Sonora, Mexico):
Many years later at about age twenty three, after quitting college with one year left, I hitchhiked around the country. I wanted to write a spiritual book and had much subject matter in mind, but was more of a poet and my literary ability was much lower than my mathematical and scientific abilities. I knew that the only need of humanity is to awaken spiritually. After meeting up with some intense people, I went with a couple to Mexico. We were really following the man's lead, since it was his plan to go to Mexico. We were into the Bible and Carlos Castaneda's writings and so our personal power brought us to wander the Indian reservations. At night in the desert as we lay in our blankets, we watched the stars and saw the wanderers, as we called them. They were moving stars that zigzagged slightly. Sometimes they would curve or turn a corner. Sometimes they would change velocity without acceleration. Sometimes they would fade out. I lost contact with these friends and hitched back to the states and started a new life yet again.
3.) Summer 1981 (Nira, San Raphael wilderness, CA):
After a very intense phase of life I was going to the mountains to fast and dance near to death; seeking vision from the Spirit. Without judging my own actions, I wish to relay any useful information, even if it makes me seem like I was crazy at that time in my life. I have evaluated many things and believe that the beings involved are telepathic. I believed I had seen the occasional passing UFO several times during my life. I was with a friend, Mr. S. who took me to the mountains. We were sitting by the river at a remote site in the mountains. My friend said to me, "Remember those strange lights you said you saw over the desert in Mexico, were they like these?" He then pointed to a star-like light that zigzagged across the sky. I said, "Yeah, that's one of them." He then pointed at it and said, "Hey, wait a minute." To our amazement, it paused momentarily. We were high and laughed. We then discussed what had happened and we collaborated that we both saw it stop for an instant. It was obvious to us both that it had 'heard' him, even though it was high in the sky.
We then hiked into the mountains about a mile or so. I was meditating and turned into a deep trance. I was near the core of my being and the heart of all of life. Then my friend called me to ordinary awareness with a call of, "What's that?" I looked up to see an incredible bright light shining through the trees from where no vehicle could possibly be. It had no sound from this distance. As we moved, it moved to stay partially hidden behind the trees. We were seeking spiritual vision, and so called to it, "Come on out!", and "Don't be afraid!"
We thought that it was a living thing and not a ship, which I find hard to believe in retrospect. I am a scientifically trained person who majored in math. I had been interested in UFOs for many years. The telepathic nature of the beings and the responses of the ship overwhelmed my thought processes. It felt alive and moved as if it was swimming in the air. I couldn't think clearly about it for over a year, until my normal thoughts about it overcame my inner perceptions and direct experience.
There was this incredible adrenalin rush as it floated out to the tree tops in front of us. It had an amber hue and the bottom seemed to spiral with a reddish light. It glowed brightly and had a deep humming that vibrated the core of my being. Even though in my thoughts it was a living being, I had a thought that it sounded like a gyroscope spinning at the speed of light. I am also aware of relativity and the complications of even near light conditions. My thoughts at the time were overloaded by the telepathic link.
Next I felt disoriented, like my body was in a strange position. There was blinding light all around me for an instant and then it was leaving. The light seemed to know all my thoughts. I felt naked and revealed in the light. There was a great roaring in my ears and I couldn't remember it getting that loud. It was leaving as this rush passed through my body. It zigzagged in a swimming motion up the valley and out of sight. It was almost morning, though I couldn't think about it clearly, it had just been midnight. I felt like I was aware that some part of a deeper experience was beyond my ability for description. I didn't remember the bright light being turned on, only that it was on and then turned off; same with the sound, and then the living star left.
['Part 2: Dreams after Midnight' is my attempt to recount the missing time.]
I had a weird circular scoop mark on my hand, about three sixteenths of an inch in diameter. It didn't hurt at all and I couldn't wonder about it clearly, but poked at it many times over the next month as it slowly faded without a scar. It was perfectly symmetrical and the exposed 'skin' was clear and slightly hard, unlike anything I have ever witnessed. It never hurt, nor would pressure impel it to bleed. The position of my body when the being/ship left, the time loss, and the slight flesh wound are clear in my memory, but I couldn't focus my rational thought to processes the information clearly. I fasted for twelve days, without vision, and went home.
4.) Fall 1981 (Nira, San Raphael wilderness, CA):
About four months later, still believing that it was a being, but somehow in the back of our minds realizing it was a ship, we returned to the mountains. We had begun to refer to it as the wandering Star. It was waiting for us when we arrived at the same place. When we stepped out of the van it was along the mountain in front of us. It slowly moved down the side of the mountain keeping an even distance from the mountains edge relative to our line of sight. There was a tree about a hundred feet from us and when it got to where the tree blocked the even path of the Star along the mountain side, it kept the same amount of space between it and the tree and the same observed rate of motion, by speeding up and circling the tree. The distance between the star and the tree remained a constant amount of sky regardless of the objects true position relative to our point of view. This would require either a supercomputer to triangulate the flight path or an ability to telepathically see out of our eyes, which is what I felt it was doing.
We saw it several times over the rest of the evening. We tried to follow it around. We felt that it was a good omen that it had been waiting. It was a dark night with no moon, cold and crisp. We saw it distinctly drop down in front of a mountain, so that it was very low and definitely not a celestial object, since it had come down out of the sky and was surrounded by dark background. Basically it was a night of walking in circles in the dark chaparral. There was little thought of the first encounter and in the second a definite telepathic vibe was felt. We felt like it knew we were following it and when we would drop behind, it would wait for us to catch up and then move on again. We thought it was leading us somewhere, but we went in circles. When it dropped in front of the mountain, it seemed to have intent to show clearly that it was real object and not a celestial phenomenon.
5.) Spring 1982 (Isla Vista, CA):
We then saw it from our apartment in a college town. After work one day, at the apartment, my friend and I meditated, while his wife was on the phone. A strange disk came over the mountains in the distance. I don't remember what brought it to our attention. We couldn't get my friend's wife off the phone at first. It didn't look right and wasn't the same shades and hues as anything seen before. It didn't feel right within, like the star. It was early twilight, just after sunset. A second disk, more amber, like the ones we saw in the mountains, came over the mountains behind our town. It moved smoother and seemed to chase the other one back over the mountains. Within our beings we knew it was the star we had seen before and felt it was good and the thing it chased away was bad.
It, the good amber star, came back over the mountains. It just kind of glided silently over the town. The whole town seemed deserted, very unusual for a college town, as if there was a lull in human activity. My friend, his wife, and I put on our backpacks and walked to the store as a cover for being on the streets. We didn't encounter anyone on the usually busy streets. It was a warm night and still early. Me, my friend, and his wife walked along following it in the skyline. Then a small plane with a spotlight on its front came straight at us. We pointed at it as the light got bigger. We didn't know it was a plane until it pulled up from its dive at us and we could hear its engine. The star flew off into the distance and we lost sight of it.
6.) Summer 1982 (Nira, San Raphael wilderness, CA):
About six months passed and my friend's wife had her baby which was now four months old. We went camping: my friend and I, his wife and her ten and eleven year old daughter and son, and two other male friends, Mr. M. and Mr. D. When we arrived, I alone saw a plane following a star. The star just turned ninety degrees straight down and the plane kept going according to the laws of momentum. It was obvious that the plane could never follow an object with such abilities. We sat on blankets and talked in the warm summer night and we all saw the star that night. It would appear as a stationary star that would drop down and then loop back up to its original position. It formed a shape like the outline of a teardrop in its motion.
It was apparent that our attention as a group was critical. When we looked hard at the sky we never saw anything. When we were absorbed as a group in a story, then we would see it. It was as if we had to watch without watching and catch it out of the sides of our eyes. The ten year old girl asked at one point, "Why do we see it when someone goes to the bathroom"? She was afraid in spite of our calm. A mental tally showed that twice prior to this statement, this had indeed been the case. When someone went to use the bushes with everyone watching the sky intently to test the theory, nothing happened. When we got absorbed in talking and gazing at the sky, we saw it again. After a while my original star watching friend and his family retired.
Me and my two friends, Mr M. and Mr D. then hiked up the mountain trail. After a good few miles, my flashlight went out. I had the only flashlight and that left us to do creek crossings by butane lighter. We were about as far up as we could go and then we saw an astronomical phenomenon. A very bright object like a flare came down from the sky. It was bright enough to illuminate the trees and cast shadows. We would have gone looking for it if we had a light, but ended up going back down to the tents in the valley. We were sure it was something that came down in the forest. The forest was very alive with the sound of creatures, perhaps also curious about the light that had lit up everything. My friend and his wife saw the light from their tent. The next day in the newspaper the unexplained phenomena was reportedly seen for over a two hundred mile radius. People all over that area claimed to know where it 'landed', and they were all over in the two hundred mile area. Probably good we couldn't look for it in the hundred miles of wilderness we were in. It was unexplained, though the newspapers proposed all sorts of explanations. One possible wild theory was even that it was a speck of antimatter. The most scientific explanation was a methane comet that broke up, thus accounting for the multiple reports from all over the area. From where we were it seemed a single object, very clear and distinct in its descent. I'll never forget the way it lit up the night and caused the shadows of the trees to track its motion.
7.) Summer 83 (Along the Coastal Highway, mid-CA):
We drive up the coast: my friend Mr. M., another male friend Mr. R. and I. We camped the night by a waterfall and after setting up tents, we went hiking up the mountains by the coast. We could see the ocean water below and a zillion stars. We see a 'star' that just flashes us from the skyline. It flies by and floats around for us to watch for a few minuets. By morning our third friend Mr. R. convinces himself that all he saw was Sirius, the morning star. Mr. M and I absolutely positive it was not Sirius, especially since it moved and was not in the right part of the sky.
8.) Summer 83 (Gaviota Hot Springs, CA.)
Mr. M. and I travel an hour up the coast and go hiking at night. We can look out over the ocean and see a star moving out there. We are hiking along a ridge and it is windy. Later in the evening we see the star on the other side of the ridge. It once even dipped below the mountain behind the ridge. It is always a thrill to see it below the skyline and know it's so close. We didn't really discuss it or theorize about it. We just went star hunting and had a successful night.
9.) Summer 84 (Little Pine Mountain, CA.)
Mr. M. and I went hiking up a mountain within the mountains, away from the coast. It is a five mile hike that takes you up about two thirds of a mile in elevation. We day hiked up and in the late afternoon it began to rain. We wanted to get down before a storm trapped us up there in the dark, so we were hurrying down. The rain stopped and turned into fog. It might have still been raining up higher on the mountain and all been altitude related.
I felt a strange warmness to the air and a smell of freshness. This smell of freshness was significant and triggered something about the first event, like the air was first purified. Like ozone after a storm, but there had been no lightning and it was cleaner smelling. We saw two stars flying together. They were both below the skyline, which was just beginning to turn the fog into a slight orange at the end of the day. They came fairly close (perhaps a hundred feet) and hovered right in front of us. For some reason I thought they wanted me to move down the trail to get closer or have a better look. I moved about twenty or thirty meters down the trail, away from my friend.
They then did the most amazing thing. They turned clear. It was a gradual process that took a long minute or so. I could see the fog behind them and the dark green of the hill behind them, before they were all the way clear. They became translucent, almost clear, like glass. They had a shape, but not a reflective surface. They were standing perfectly still as they became clear. Then they faded completely and were gone. My friend Mr. M. caught up to me a little agitated at being left alone, but not mad: he seemed a bit scared. He wanted to know why I darted down the hill and left him alone. The air changed again to normal air and we hiked down in the darkness. I remember vividly the strange warmth and super clean smelling air.
10.) Summer 85 (Nira, San Raphael wilderness, CA):
We are hiking in the mountains of the first encounters. Myself, Mr. S., and Mr. M., and another friend, Mr. T. We are taking an afternoon hike. We come across a butchered cow. They are all grossed out and didn't want to investigate. It was all wrong and I kept wanting them to wait and check it out, but none of them would. I poked about with a stick briefly. I have seen poached deer and the legs were taken, since they have the most meat. This cow was opened up and the ribs were sawed through. There was very little blood on the dry grass, but no pool of blood. Even the head had been opened and cut out from the neck. It looked like the face had been peeled back to get at the brain. My friends kept saying 'let's go'. I went without associating the event to anything.
My mind did not associate it to anything until after the camping weekend. Then I realized that they have to eat. Probably they de-constitute the rich organ meats into basic components and then reconstitute them into their types of food. This was a break through for me; that they need to eat and so are more like us, having material bodies that require sustenance. This is the one concrete piece of evidence that defines them as totally organic living beings. This removed the cloak of mystery and the myth of the stars being ethereal being of light; they were crafts that held telepathic beings. Though there are many different beings who could visit here, the events we encountered seemed related to one coherent source. This changes a series of very real dreams and a flood of memories from fiction into fact and results in a complete shock to my being [See part 2].
11.) Summer 1991 (Shores of Lake Eire):
Mr. S and I were at a Mr. D's house across the street from Lake Eire. My friend had on a Jimi Hendrix video and was playing along on a legend amp at a high volume. There was a deafening roar. He first checked that the amp was still working by holding his ear to the speaker! He then called the police and the dispatcher responded before he said a word, "Lights in the sky, nothing to be concerned with", then the dispatcher hung up on him, so we three jumped in the car and headed for the local airport that was a quarter mile inland. The airport was lit up and there was a traffic jam, since so many people had also gone to investigate. By the time we drove past and could turn around for a second look, the airport was dark and deserted as if nothing happened. Note this was during the first Gulf war. An ex-military person at work the next week said that on an air craft carrier, when the jet thrusters were fired, but the jet was locked until enough thrust existed for the short runway, that type of deafening roar is heard. This seems to be one of ours and not a UFO, but is recounted here for reference to item 13 below.
12.) 1995 (N. Ohio):
I am with several friends in Ohio, around Baltic, in Amish country at a friend's place. We were talking and joking the night away for a while and then came to a place where we were all sitting quiet, just enjoying the night, sort of a natural meditation. We then saw a 'Star' doing strange antics on the horizon. We all watched it and commented about how it was no ordinary plane. The next day my one friend had, in his mind, written it off as a plane; while his wife was absolutely shocked at this assessment. She was sure it was no plane and besides myself, remembered it all very clearly, including our discussion at the time. While watching it we all agreed it could not be a plane. It hovered and zigzagged back and forth for several long minutes. The other friend, who was a drinker, said he did not remember much of the evening the next day.
13.) Summer around 1997 (Shores of Lake Eire):
I was walking with a friend, Mr. F. about a block from the lake to go sit on the beach and enjoy the sound of waves. About a hundred yards from the street along the lake, suddenly a triangular craft flew right over our heads. It was about one hundred feet in altitude and we did not hear it until it was at a forty-five degree angle to us. When it passed over, it had a drone sound. The bottom had lights in it and seemed to illuminate hydraulics and various mechanical devices. The bottom was definitely not a smooth surface. It was perfectly triangular and perhaps a fifty feet between wing tips and also from tail to nose. It did not feel alien.
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