As the world is once again focused on space and little gray men, almost as though it is the 60s and 70s again where space travel seemed a real possibility and the movies introduced us to strange beings, I thought I’d share some of my odd UFO experiences. I grew up in the 70s and remember watching the sky a lot, especially up at my grandparents’ house in North Georgia where there wasn’t a lot of light pollution back in those days. My brother and I would set up lounge chairs in the front yard, or lay on a blanket on the grass, and watch the night sky until we were called inside. I don’t remember what I saw there, but I do have recurring dreams of that time, and in the dreams I see plenty.
I’ve seen a lot of strange things in the sky over the years, but a few events stand out and those are the ones I’ve thought to share. Earlier in a blog post about my NDE (Near Death Experiences and the Bible) I mentioned experiencing abduction-like events in those years after waking up changed and then dabbling with the occult, so I’ll start there. I am unsure of the exact year or date, but it was a Saturday night somewhere between 2006-2010, and we were living in North Carolina. We had a nice yard there, and our house was over a hundred years old. The property was close to a patch of wetland, and no one would build on that spot in the modern era, the ground was marshy and felt like a marshmallow, seemingly swelling with the rain, and the dirt was dark and rich and good for growing. The house had been rental for decades before we bought it, and I always turned up treasures in the dirt when gardening, mostly toys, silverware, and coins.
At the time the conspiracy boards were full of posts about a moving star that was being seen in the western sky. No, it wasn’t Venus, and the light flashed in colors, green, red, blue, yellow, etc., and I was fascinated by it. I saw it most every night after dark, and sometimes it moved, not with the other stars making their slow journey across the night sky, but quick, sudden, jerky movements going against the grain of the usual nightly transit. It must have been summer as I was cooking chicken on the grill, and dinner wasn’t ready until after dark. We made our plates, and sat outside to eat just after 9pm, watching the moving and flashing star in the western sky just above the tree line.
Hours later I awoke, my head on the back of the chair facing upwards, and I opened my eyes to see a massive (what I thought was an) airplane above me, so low I could see the windows in it. It moved slowly and silently and seemed so close it was like I could reach out and touch it, and then it was gone. I looked over at my husband beside me to see his head was back as well, and then down at the ground to see our plates with our half eaten meals. I woke him up, and we picked up our plates, carrying them inside, and there I saw it was 3am. We didn’t say much, and just went to bed.
Now, let me make it clear I don’t just drift off to sleep ever, I’m not one who takes naps either, and sleep has never come easy to me. My fight or flight mechanism was too tightly wound back then to just fall asleep in the middle of a meal, much less in a chair outside at 9pm on a Saturday night. In those days sleep was something I avoided, and would take hours of restlessness to achieve, so the idea that I drifted off to sleep while eating dinner is simply not something that would happen to me in normal circumstances, but that night was, apparently, not normal. The strangest thing to me was how my husband and I didn’t even discuss it for days, and when we did it was awkward, and strangely embarrassing. He didn’t remember anything from those lost hours, and I didn’t either, only recalling the sight of a massive silent airplane too impossibly low to the ground, and the windows in it.
Later, I saw a silver cigar shaped craft (?) dart across the sky, south to north, on a bright sunny day as I sat down outside to rest after cutting grass. It was silent as well, and covered the length of the sky in just seconds. And still later in 2011, the night of the earthquake that rattled the entire east coast, we were sitting outside after dark and saw three lights moving in the sky, they suddenly seemed to fall, and then stopped right over the tree line. They hovered there for a several seconds, and then darted away one by one, moving faster than seemed possible, and with an intelligence that felt disconcerting.
During those years of seeing strange things in the sky and dabbling with the occult we had bought a sound activated voice recorder that I would place on my bedside table at night to catch EVPs. We would hear voices sometimes, but we also heard things that made no sense, and listening back in the morning I’d get a cold chill. First, I’d hear the bell on my cat’s collar jingle, and then the thud as he jumped off the bed and left the room, almost as though he knew what was coming and wanted to be away from it. Then the room would fill with loud grinding metallic noises, sharp pops, and a whirring type sound. These sounds never woke us up, which is odd because my husband is a light sleeper, but we heard them many nights on the recording device. At the same time I’d wake with my clothes on backwards, or inside out, and I’d have red dots on my arms in triangular shapes. After hearing those noises on the recorder several times I quit placing it in our bedroom at night, and decided that ignorance was indeed bliss.
In 2012 we moved back to Augusta, Georgia, and since we lived in the city I didn’t sit outside and look at the night sky as the light pollution was too intense, and there was an over abundance of palmetto bugs in the neighborhood. I didn’t see much there except for a couple times out partying until late on Broad Street where we’d see strange lights flying over the downtown area and the river, which is right beside it. We lived there for five years and then moved out into a rural area in South Carolina and began watching the sky again.
We’d often see faint lights in high altitude moving about up in the sky, perhaps whatever people refer to as satellites, and we’d see dozens an hour busily moving different directions across the sky. Life changed for me, as those who follow this blog know, I got myself sober by the grace of God, my faith in Christ grew stronger, and so much of the weird stuff in my life just stopped. Praise God! Fully accepting and surrendering to Jesus halted the usual paranormal things in my life, and I’ll forever be grateful for that. My last experience of seeing something shocking in the sky happened after just a year of sobriety, and it was around that time that I stopped seeking things in the sky after dark. “You are all children of the light and of the day; we do not belong to the night or the darkness.” 1 Thessalonians 5:5
Our yard is about an acre, surrounded by a mix of hardwood and pine trees, and we can only see a couple of our neighbors’ houses deep in the winter. I was on the northwest side of it cutting grass on a hot summer day, the sky was clear and deep blue, and there were no lines marring it. It was after noon, the sun high in the sky, and I saw an incredibly bright flash. I stopped and looked over to the southeast side of the yard to see the edge of what appeared to be a massive disc pushing through the atmosphere just over the tree line, and I assume that the flash I saw was a reflection of the sun off the polished silver. I stared, the mower still running, and at first I thought it was a plane, an airliner that was far too low.
The atmosphere around the edges of the disc wavered like the heat coming off the highway on a hot day, and it took me a second to realize that it wasn’t a plane at all. The part I saw was massive, and I couldn’t comprehend how big the whole thing would be if it was fully visible, but I just saw the edge of it pushing through the clear blue sky. The whole event only lasted seconds, and I don’t know how many seconds I stood still, staring, the lawn mower running and filling the air with sound. Then it moved away, the sky closing up again, and it dawned on me what I had just seen. I didn’t freak out or run inside or really react at all, I just stared a little longer at the place where it had broken through the sky, and then resumed cutting grass. I didn’t report it or post about it on social media or the conspiracy forums, I only told my husband later and pointed out the patch of sky it had broken through, and the length of it that had to cover well over a hundred feet.
I don’t profess to know what these things are, but I don’t believe they are aliens from other planets, and tend to think the answer is simpler, yet far more profound. The world with its predictive programming wants us to fear, and they push their ideas through movies and paid experts, and focus our eyes on extraterrestrials from far away planets so that in itself tells me their ideas are incorrect. The discs, lights, and cigar shaped rods have been seen for all of written time, and you don’t have to look far to find them in old paintings and cave drawings, and if anything I think they have always existed, and may just be another aspect of living on earth.
Are they evil, demons, as the vice president and others have suggested? Are they harbingers of doom and destruction, appearing more and more before the earth undergoes great changes? Are they voyagers from unknown lands down here on earth? Are they from the future and observing us to understand where we went wrong? Are they fallen angels, the nephilim? Are they angels like Enoch and Ezekiel described? Are they life forms we simply don’t understand? I don’t know. Whatever they are they have always been, at least as long as mankind has been drawing, speaking, and writing. I suspect we may know soon enough, but whatever the world explains them to be we can be sure that it’s not that. Invariably whatever the majority believes is not the truth, as the one thing I have learned is that the masses are always wrong, especially if the government and media are supporting their ideas.
As usual, keep seeking.
