Good morning readers. I’m obliged you came by for a read.
We human beings love ourselves better for our certainties. Most of us take particular satisfaction in sneering about the certainties of others when we’ve applied something we pretend is logic to prove theirs are invalid. Pulls us up by the rhetorical bootstraps in a reality where being intelligent is considered a virtue almost as resounding as being ‘right’.
One of the areas of opinion that breaks down into sneers rapidly involves unidentified flying objects and whether creatures from somewhere else have visited this planet. The ‘right’ side of the issue is they are fig-newtons of the imagination and declaring it to be so proves intelligence, level-headedness, education and superiority to those who believe otherwise.
The ‘wrong’, ‘stupid’, ‘irrational’, ‘illogical’ side is people who’ve experienced them. Police, airline pilots, military pilots, lawyers, psychologists, physicians, and thousands of other people who might have been ‘right’ once, but were transported into the camp of ‘wrong’ by personal observation and experience.
A while back I posted about a visit I had with Kay’s aunt, Loretta. [An Afternoon with Aunt Loretta (Proctor)- Roswell, 1947] Loretta’s one of the folks still living who was close-enough to the Roswell UFO incident to have an opinion about it based on her own experiences and observations at the time. I’ve got a lot of respect for the lady and value what she had to say, even though it’s just naturally ‘wrong’.
But I was backed into a corner of open-mindedness on the issue by a couple of experiences of my own. One with a lot of other witnesses on California Avenue in Socorro, New Mexico. The second was long-lasting and relatively close-up and personal. Back during the Y2K time.
Pie Town’s located about 30 miles west of the Very Large Array [VLA] telescopes near Datil, New Mexico. The village sits almost atop the Continental Divide, an isolated community in the middle of nowhere.
I was in the only telephone booth in Pie Town around midnight. The town only has a couple-hundred people and there were no lights of any sort in town. Low overcast, 500 feet or less.
Whatever it was appeared above me below the overcast and stayed there while I told the person I was talking to on the phone what was happening. It stayed maybe 10-15 minutes and gave me the willies badly enough, I got thinking I was the reason it was there.
I told the person I was talking to adios and went to the truck, took a .45 out from under the seat and racked in a round. It moved a bit about then, not much but some, while I stood there pointing a pistol at it waiting in the dark. It moved a little more, seemed to descend — at least it got larger, and stopped again.
I decided to just get the hell out of there if I could. Cranked up the truck and drove about a quarter-mile and pulled off the highway to make sure it wasn’t following me. It sort of drifted or glided off to the north and vanished into the overcast.
The experience motivated me enough to try to find out whether objects of that particular description and configuration were common, because I’d never heard of one. I occasionally would research various UFO sighting archives on the web.
Years later I found that within a few days of my own sighting an object of almost identical description upset a lot of on-duty military personnel by behaving almost the same way at White Sands Missile Testing Range near Alamogordo, New Mexico, a couple of hundred miles SE from Pie Town. White Sands is an extremely high security area and they take it personally when something intrudes into the airspace over the place, more personally yet when it hangs around and isn’t scared.
There was [maybe still is] a squadron of F117s stationed at Alamogordo [Luftwaffe] at the time, and they scrambled. But the object removed itself before they arrived.
As for my own experience and the times involved — I’m having to best guess. The person I was describing it to on the telephone and I took a stab at it toward the end of our conversation before I decided to evacuate. But things seem longer and it mightn’t have been that long. Afterward, while I was standing there watching and pointing the .45 it’s anyone’s guess. Might have been as little as 5 minutes, seemed a lot longer.
Which is to say, I don’t know much about aliens and the things they fly around in, but I don’t put a lot of value on the speculations of people who know all about what they aren’t. Even if they’re real smart and have a lot of school-housing.
Old Jules
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