I have reached that age where I no longer care about what other people think of me or what I choose to write about. I have never been one to intentionally hurt another human being or mislead or lie about anything I write about. I had to throw that out there because as you read this post I want you to understand that what I write about is coming from a place of truth and honesty, not lies and deception. I have never told this true story to anyone except my wife, daughters and best friend, but with more and more people now accepting the fact that “UFO’s and Extraterrestrials do exist,” telling you about both my experiences is that much easier.
My first experience with witnessing a “UFO” was in the spring of 1968 when I was seven years old. I lived (still do) in the suburbs about twenty six miles north of Boston Mass during a time when life was so much simpler than it is today. At the end of my backyard, about fifteen feet away, was one of the reservoirs that supplied our water. It stretched for about one mile in either direction running north to south and was about a half a mile wide at its widest point. We called it a pond and on the other side of it were woods that seemed to go on forever. Well, it did to us kids anyway. All in all, it was a great place to grow up. (that’s probably why I never left and raised my family here) There was no lack of wildlife and we had an endless supply of wild blueberries, blackberries and raspberries to snack on while we either swam, fished or both. It was also an awesome place to go ice skating in the winter and let me tell you that it gets pretty damn cold and snowy up here in the northeast.
My house sat square to the pond and my kitchen (on the first floor), parents bedroom and bathroom (second floor) windows looked out over my backyard and the pond. The reflection of a full moon on a crisp, clear, night was nothing short of spectacular. Now that you have the set-up, I can begin telling you about my experience. So here it is, early spring, when buds are beginning to appear on all the trees giving us hope that warmer days, swimming and fishing were headed our way, but the nights were still very cool. Down the hall from my parents room was my younger sisters bedroom and next to that was the bedroom I shared with my brother who is ten years older than me.
Early one morning, probably around 2:30 am, I woke up to this very strange, low, humming sound, that almost seemed to make my room vibrate. I wasn’t sure what it was I was hearing and I started to get a little nervous. I hopped out of bed and immediately tried to wake my brother up who was about as easy to wake up as Rip van Winkle. All he did was yell at me to go back to bed because it was nothing and that I was probably just dreaming. Of course, he really wasn’t awake when he said all this to me and he was snoring again before he even finished his sentence, but I could still hear the heavy, humming noise and it sounded like it was inside the house. It was at that moment that I made my first executive decision . . . go wake up mom and dad. I tip-toed out of my room, took a left and started walking down the hall. As I approached their room, the sound began to get louder. I took a quick left into their room and stopped dead in my tracks. By this time, my throat was dry and burning and I couldn’t utter a syllable. Coming through the window and onto the shade were red, yellow and orange lights rotating in a chaotic circular pattern.
With my knees shaking, I quietly walked around their bed and slithered up to the window. I hadn’t realized it, but I had been holding my breath this entire time. I tried to stay calm and breathe easy. The multi-colored lights were still putting on one crazy light show through the shades so I grabbed the bottom of the shade and slowly lifted it up about four inches and peered underneath it. The very first thing I saw were these enormous lights on top of the pond moving, no, weaving, in and out of each other in a controlled formation. I followed the beams of light from the pond upward and almost crapped myself when I saw where they were coming from! Floating high above the pond was this ginormous triangular object with circular rows of multi-colored lights on the bottom and very pale blue lights both at the corners and framing another level at the top. It was just as wide as the pond and probably about 500-600 feet long. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and I stood there mesmerized for God knows how long until I felt something on my shoulders. I let out a yelp and jumped about a foot off the ground as my heart tried to squeeze out through my nostrils. My mother had woken up, saw me standing there staring out the window like I was in some sort of trance and came over to me. I vividly remember her grabbing the shade, looking out the window and watching her facial expression morph from concerned mom to terrified mother. She through down the shade, grabbed me by the hand and quickly escorted me back to my bedroom where she pretty much tossed me back in bed, covered me up, kissed my cheek and told me I was just having a dream and to go back to sleep. I laid there, eyes wide open, rewinding and then playing the whole scene over and over again. “I was definitely not dreaming this!” I know what I saw and I was not dreaming. I could hear my parents nervously talking even with my door shut and eventually I fell asleep.
The very first thing I said to my mother that morning when she got me up to get ready for school was; “What was that big thing with all the lights doing over the pond last night?” Again I saw her facial expression change. but this time she sat me down in the kitchen chair, took me by the hands and said; “Honey, you were having a bad dream last night and were walking in your sleep. You can’t say anything about this to any of your friends or your teacher because they aren’t going to believe you and think your fibbing them. Promise me you won’t say anything at all?” begrudgingly, I agreed and never said anything to anyone that day or for many, many, years after. I remember looking at my mom and saying to her; “I was not dreaming last night and I know what I saw, it was real!” For most of my life I kept what I saw that night a secret, but it was something that I could never shake off, I couldn’t, no, wouldn’t forget about it because it was real, I know what happened and what I saw that night!
Fast forward about 33 years right after my 40th birthday. I am now a married man with three daughters of my own, raising them in the same neighborhood That I grew up in and of course, “The Pond” that would never let me forget what happened when I was only seven years old. I had reluctantly shared the details of my experience with my wife and was completely blown away when she said that she believed me because she remembered hearing her parents talking about something like that when she was a little kid. One afternoon, my mother had asked me to come over and help her change her curtains and when we were done, we sat down to have coffee. I don’t remember how the subject of UFO’s came up, but I saw the same exact expression in her face that I remembered seeing that night so long, long, ago when I was seven. She took a sip of her coffee, put her cup down and said; “I need to tell you the truth about something and I don’t want you to be angry with me.” I told her that she could tell me whatever it was she needed to tell me and I wouldn’t get mad.
“Do you remember that night you woke up in the middle of the night, came into our bedroom and said you saw something over the pond, something like a gigantic airplane?” I didn’t know what to say to her and all I could do was nod my head yes. “Well,” she said; “What you saw that night was real, you weren’t dreaming, it was a UFO!” She then explained to me that after she hurried me back to bed, she frantically woke up my father and had him look out the window and together they watched this thing for the next 20 minutes, neither of them knowing what to do or who to call . . . if anyone at all. She then told me that all of a sudden it started heading south and in a flash it was gone . . . straight up into the sky. Neither of them could get back to sleep that night and they agreed to wait and see if anyone else talked about it the next day. Well, apparently it was seen by other people, but an explanation of the event was never given and over time it just faded away.
Vindicated . . . I was finally vindicated! I gave my mother a big hug, told her I loved her and thanked her for solving something that had been eating away at me for more than thirty years. OMG! What I saw was real, it was real! I felt like jumping up and down and doing cartwheels, but I remained grounded. That was until I got home and told my wife about the recent disclosure told to me . . . and then I wanted to cry . . . and I did. UFO’s are real and it just stands to reason that Extraterrestrials do too! I know what I saw that night and it was as real as the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west. I hope that maybe someday you’ll be able to have a similar experience so you can understand and know how I felt on that night in 1968.