Yesterday when I drew a comparison between a recently reported UFO encounter with a moment from the animated Christmas classic Dr. Suess' How The Grinch Stole Christmas," my good friend Jxxx wrote to say that I had drawn the wrong conclusion... Cindy Lou Who, he insisted, is the "real "alien, because she wears a jumpsuit and sports a pair of odd, never-explained antennae...
Cindy Lou Who, alien.
Jxxx pointed out that aliens can have alien encounters themselves, and I had to admit that I was stunned by his logic and that he was absolutely right.
As I was wrapping my head around that little paradigm shift, I got another email from Jxxx. He's been following along with my explorations of the many vintage UFO sightings from 20 to 50 years ago all coming to light at the same time, and he said in his email that he wants to jump on the bandwagon.
It turns out that Jxxx and his sister saw something in the early 1970s that they have never forgotten... With his permission, I am posting his account here. I should mention that Jxxx is a visual artist and has scary powers of observation -- he doesn't miss a thing.
"About 40 years ago my sister and I were playing in the yard on a clear summer day. I remember running and laughing and kicking a ball around. I was 9 or 10; she would have been 11 or 12. I remember sprinting the length of the yard to catch up with the ball before it went into the street. Walking back toward the yard I noticed something over the neighbors house. It didn't register as anything much at first but I got a chill when I realized that it wasn't a bird or a plane."
"Textbook as it sounds, the thing was shaped like a cigar or a flattened saucer. It was grey/silver and it was just sort of hanging there at a funny angle. I pointed it out to my sister and we both watched it. Because we were always joking around, the most memorable aspect of this event was how serious we were, and how pant-pissing scared we were. We repeatedly looked at one another for confirmation, saying 'you're seeing this, right?' and 'oh my god, UFOs are real.' I can still remember the feeling in my body of the realization that it was REAL. I felt panicky. I strained to see wings, a tail, a contrail, something that would explain it.
"It's hard to estimate how long we stood there watching it--I'd say 60 seconds--when the object began to move very slowly and change, first becoming lighter in color, then looking like a plane. We agreed that it was a plane taking off. This strikes me as odd, but we stopped watching it. We were both relieved to have an explanation and laid down in the grass (collapsed, really.) We stayed there for quite a while, talking about it and laughing at how scared we were.
"We've talked about our sighting over the years, and the only part of the incident that we now question is our conclusion that it was a plane. It just doesn't stand up:
"- The only airport in the vicinity was a tiny municipal strip. If what we saw was a plane, only a commercial passenger jet or a big cargo plane would conform to the size and shape. The airstrip only serviced small prop engine planes.
"- The object we saw was at roughly a 45 degree angle to the ground. If it was a plane, it would have to be taking off from an airstrip directly beneath it. An impossibly steep takf... nevermind that the local airstrip was three miles away, to our backs as we faced the object.
"- We lived at the same address for 16 years and played in the yard almost daily. If that was a plane taking off, it only happened once."
Thank you, Jxxx, for sharing your amazing story. Daytime sightings like this always impress, and this story is a stunner. I'm particularly taken by the way the object took on the appearance of a plane only after Jxxx and his sister watched it for 60 seconds... What changed at that moment: the object itself, or the perceptions of the witnesses?
I'm going to look into this some more with Jxxx, but for the time being I can only classify this case as: UNSOLVED.
Origin: unexplored-earth.blogspot.com
Monday, 18 February 2013
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