The Luxury Of Not Believing In UFOs
And I assure you, it is a luxury to be able to deny the existence of whatever they are.
I wish to freaking God I had the luxury of saying things like “If everyone has cellphones, how come nobody has good pics of one? If they were real someone would surely have taken a decent pic by now.” And go about my merry way in life snickering about UFOs or UAPs or whatever the hell they are calling them these days… but I don’t have that luxury.
I was 7 years old when I saw a UFO. I hadn’t heard of UFO’s or aliens, it’s just not something most people mention to their children. I was walking home from school with a boy who lived near me when he pushed me up against the trunk of a tree, covered my mouth with one hand and held the other hand up to his lips with pointer finger extended and pointing up to show me what he was looking at and shushing me at the same time… “They’re watching us” I heard him say as I looked up to see a large, translucent, oval, metal cloud hovering in the tops of the trees above us. Silent. The only sound was the leaves rustling. It wasn’t that high up, maybe 20 feet up in the tops of the trees. I would estimate the craft was about 20 or 30 feet across.
I remember a breeze in the tops of the trees. I watched as the translucent, oval, metal cloud seemed to disappear and reappear slowly. It disappeared and reappeared again three times and then disappeared one more time and was gone. Like it was fading or phasing in and out of our vision or something. There was something about the surface of it. It was metal, but it was also shimmery, like an opal and I could see through it as it faded in and out of my sight. I don’t remember anything before or after that moment. I know I was in about the 2nd grade, I’m not sure exactly when I saw it. Back in the 1970s we didn’t have phones and 2nd graders didn’t wear watches and if you were 20 or 30 minutes late from school nobody really cared. They just assumed you were messing around. I couldn’t tell you what month or anything, other than I was walking home from school and it was warm.
I’ve told this story my whole life, though not very often because usually people just think you’re a nut when you tell them your UFO story. In the documentary Ariel Phenomenon, one of the UFO witnesses describes it perfectly. When you tell someone about the UFO you saw, you won’t change what they think, the only thing that changes is what they think about you. Despite what people seem to be saying these days, nobody wants to be the person who saw a UFO.
Only recently did I do any research about my own sighting. I googled “San Diego UFO 1970s” and two articles popped up. One was from the San Diego Reader. In the article which was written in 1977 (when I was in the 2nd grade) about an incident happening in September of 1977 (I would have been in school in September and it would have been warm for sure) these people in the city next to mine are describing what I saw. One man saw “an “upside-down saucer in a white cloud” and another persons says “It looked like a white, oblong blur” and proceeded to do a sketch (seen above) of an oval craft in a white cloud. I could not believe my eyes. It was real. They saw it too! It was a real thing. I don’t know what it was, but it was real.
……………. You can read the San Diego Reader article HERE ……………….
I was a young child when I saw the UFO.
As I got older I eventually spoke about what happened to me but after enough people giggled and rolled their eyes at me… I started to wonder if it was real? It was so long ago. Could it have really been a figment of my imagination? But NOPE! I saw it and other people saw it too. Whatever it was.
It’s hard to really fully understand all of the implications associated with what I saw that day. When I really accepted that this thing was real, 100% real, I started thinking about it a lot. I still do. It’s not an easy topic to think about. It calls so many things into question. Very difficult things. Things we should be questioning and thinking about but it’s still exhausting and it’s also lonely.
The average person doesn’t want to talk about UFOs. I mean, my regular life friends and family don’t want to talk about UFOs. My partner doesn’t even really want to talk about the subject though he does let me talk about it because he knows it’s important to me and to be polite. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in what I saw or that they are here, it’s just too much. I get it. It makes me tired to think about it so I can only imagine what it’s like for someone who has never seen one in person and up close, but I don’t have the luxury of being able to soothe/fool myself with the comforting thought that “maybe it’s not true” because I saw a saucer and I know they are real.