| ID | #1608298944 |
| Added | Fri, 18/12/2020 |
| Author | July N. |
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| Status | Research
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Our UFO sighting was in 1988, but that was years before we reported it to anyone. It was rarely mentioned between us, as if we didn't want to believe it. As practical residents of Oregon, our minds were shaken by the possibilities that this incident opened up.
suddenly, we were part of one of the stories we could only read about before. Now I know what others must have gone through when they saw the UFO at close range, the disbelief that other people expressed when we told them. It was a life-changing experience. Now the universe seems to be a different place, not a barren cosmic vacuum.
Our observation wasn't necessarily extraterrestrial, but it was extremely advanced technology. What this actually means is anyone's guess. The most radical deviations from the generally accepted ideas had to overcome the inertia of the scientific community.
One day we will reach for the stars, but it is foolish to think that we will do it first. i have formed this opinion only since that night in 1988. I used to be a person who looked up at the sky, expecting only the usual mess of planes, stars, and the occasional flashing satellite.
Our meeting took place, like any other, on a cool autumn night, and we had some business to attend to. The sky was clear and full of stars. My wife and I were returning from the grocery store and driving north on Fisher Road in Salem, Oregon. It is a residential street parallel to Interstate 5. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something hovering over the freeway. My attention was drawn to the unnatural silence and the lack of visible support for the object.
At first I thought it was a transport helicopter, which in itself would be unusual in this area. When I looked closely at the object, its uniqueness forced me to pull the car to the side of the road and stop. I went out and listened carefully for the sound of the rotor, but it was not there.
The fact that it was only about 200 feet (60 m) away made it very unusual. There were lanterns around the ship's perimeter, but the exact outline of the hull was oddly indistinct, as if it had a low profile when viewed from the side.
trying to explain this phenomenon, i initially dismissed it as one of those harrier jet engines that can dump exhaust gases down for landing. However, the noiselessness of the ship and the fact that it was above the motorway made this impossible. Symbolic logic is our strong point as human beings.
This is one of the differences between us and the lower primates and other animals. but in my experience, there was nothing i could imagine a ufo with in my head, so i came up with the best i could, a pretty poor representation of what i actually saw.
later it would become more pronounced, a nagging sense of something completely alien in my familiar world. My wife also watched the strange ship. After exchanging glances with her, I got back in the car, and we drove down Silverton Road, turned left, and drove under the highway and a few blocks west to our apartment.
As we turned into the parking lot, we both saw a sight that still lingers in my memory like a photograph. There was a hovering ship directly above the parking lot. He chased us off the freeway. I had to drive to him when I stopped at our parking spot. We stared in amazement for a while, and then decided to go out.
There was no bright light down, and at this hour there was no one in the street but my wife and me.
It was just that and the two of us, as if we'd been picked out of a late-night crowd that was too busy to look up. one of my impressions at the time was how unusually easy it was for something so remarkable to go unnoticed in the dark sky.
it seemed that the ufo inhabitants had seen us watching them and were now looking at us out of curiosity or to see if we posed any threat. at this point, the ship was about 70 feet overhead.
i could clearly see that it was about 30 feet (6 m) across, and had a triangular shape outlined by small round lights. there was no significant sound coming from it, only a faint buzzing that was barely noticeable.
the way it floated absolutely still made it even more fantastic. the ship calmly ignored all rational attempts to explain it. It was a real dark gray triangle floating in a sea of stars. we stared at him for about thirty seconds. By now, the tension was building to an alarming degree, so we hurried inside our apartment and went straight to the patio door to look out.
The ship was moving slowly south, picking up speed with deliberate precision. its ponderous mass floated like a feather and disappeared into the night sky. since we didn't talk much during the event, i asked what my wife considered confirmation. she repeated my observations. glancing at the clock, we were relieved to see that time was not being lost.
It is a great honor for me to observe such an amazing phenomenon. We'll never forget it.
Was it a secret military prototype, the embodiment of Nikola Tesla's later theories of gravitational repulsion, generated by his confiscated records? Possible. But nothing like this has been in the news lately. or was it something from outside our solar system, shrouded in the darkness and ignorance of our more primitive world?
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By J. D. Adams
(Salem, Oregon) – Our UFO sighting was in 1988, but it was years before we told anybody. Amongst ourselves it was rarely mentioned, as if we didn’t want to believe it. Being practical Oregonians, our minds reeled at the possibilities that were unleashed by the occurrence.
Suddenly we had become players in one of the stories that we could only read about before. I know now what others must have gone through when they saw a UFO at close range, the incredulity that other people expressed when we told them. It became a life-changing experience. The universe seems a different place now, less a barren vacuum of space.
Our sighting wasn’t necessarily extraterrestrial, but it was an extremely advanced technology. What that really means is open to conjecture. Most radical departures from conventional wisdom have had to overcome the inertia of the scientific community.
One day we will reach out for the stars, but it is folly to think we will be the first to have done so. I have formed this opinion only since that night in 1988. I was formerly a person who looked at the sky expecting only the usual clutter of planes, stars, and the occasional blinking satellite.
Our encounter was on a crisp fall night like any other, with errands to be completed. The sky was clear and full of stars. My wife and I were returning from the grocery store, driving northward along Fischer Road in Salem, Oregon. It is a residential thoroughfare that parallels Interstate 5. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something hovering over the freeway. The unnatural stillness and lack of visible support for the object had caught my eye.
At first I thought it was a traffic helicopter, which by itself would have been unusual in this area. As I looked closer at the object, the uniqueness of it compelled me to pull the car over to the side of the road and stop. I got out and listened hard for the sound of rotor noise, but there was none.
The fact that it was only about 200 feet away made this highly unusual. The craft had lights about its perimeter, but the exact outline of the body was strangely indistinct, like it had a low profile when viewed from the side. In an attempt to explain the phenomenon, I initially dismissed it as one of those Harrier jets that can vent the exhaust downward for landing. However, the quietness of the craft and the fact it was over the freeway made this impossible. As human beings symbolic logic is our forte.
It is one of the things that distinguish us from lower primates and other animals. But there was nothing in my experience with which I could represent the UFO in my mind, so I came up with the best that I could, a rather poor representation of what I was actually seeing.
Later this would become more pronounced, a bothersome feeling of something totally alien in my familiar world. My wife was also observing the strange craft. Exchanging glances with her, I got back in the car and we drove on to Silverton Road, turning left and passing under the freeway and several blocks westward to our apartment.
As we turned into the parking lot, we both viewed a sight that is still fixed in my mind like a photograph. There was the hovering craft directly over the parking lot. It had followed us over from the freeway. I had to drive toward it as I pulled into our parking spot. We watched in amazement for a few moments and then decided to get out.
There were no bright lights shining downward, and nobody else was outside at the apartment complex at this hour to view it besides my wife and I.
There was just it and the two of us, as if we had been selected out of a nighttime crowd that was too busy to look upward. One of my impressions at the time was how unusually easy it was for something so remarkable to be otherwise unobserved in the dark sky.
It appeared that the UFO inhabitants had seen us watching them, and they were now looking at us out of curiosity or to see if we represented some kind of threat. At this point the craft was about 70 feet overhead.
I could see clearly it was perhaps 30 feet across, with a triangular shape that was outlined with small round lights. There was no significant sound coming from it, only a faint humming that was barely noticeable.
The way it hovered absolutely motionless made it all the more fantastic. The craft quietly defied all rational attempts to explain it. It was real, a dark gray triangle floating in a sea of stars. We stared at it for what seemed like thirty seconds. By now tension had built to an alarming degree, so we hastened inside our apartment and walked directly across to the patio door to look out.
The craft was slowly moving southward, building speed with deliberate precision. Its ponderous mass floated like it was a feather, disappearing in the night sky. Since we had said little during the event, I asked what my wife had seen as verification. She mirrored my observations. Looking at the clock, we were relieved to see no time was missing.
I feel privileged to have viewed such an amazing phenomenon. We shall never forget it.
Was it a secret military prototype, the implementation of Nikola Tesla’s later theories of gravity repulsion, spawned from his confiscated notes? Perhaps. But at this late date nothing resembling it has surfaced in the news. Or was it something from beyond our solar system, cloaked in darkness and the ignorance of our more primitive world?
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