Call me crazy, but I saw…well, something.
Illustrations: Megan Mericle
The luminous round object appeared to be massive, at least as long as a football field, as it hovered in one spot, pulsating red and blue lights outlining the bottom of the aircraft.
Scene from a sci-fi movie? Uh, no. I actually saw the hovering…whatever it was…in the night sky while driving south on State Road 213, near the intersection of State Road 26 in central Indiana in August 1978.
Yes, I belong to the 16 percent of Americans who admit “they personally witnessed something they thought was a UFO.” I do so with a whisper.
I can’t say with even the slightest degree of certainty what exactly I saw. Unidentified flying object is an accurate description, although I use the word “flying” with hesitation. The thing I saw did indeed move–straight down, after a few seconds of hovering.
As UFO sightings go, my experience is lame. No paralysis, no skin rash, no abduction, no probing… at least I don’t remember any.
I only observed the UFO for 10 to 15 seconds. And the thing was at least three miles away. My best guess? Near the tiny town of Jerome, near South 1000 East.
So that’s where I pointed the 1977 Caprice Classic at 90 miles per hour by earthling measurements.
I drove several country roads, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary – no spacecrafts, no little green men, no crop circles, no vibrating utility trucks like the one Richard Dreyfuss bounced around in during his close encounter.
At this point I must tell you that I was completely sober, wide awake, and not under the influence of any mind-altering drugs.
I canvassed the roads again the next morning. Again, nothing.
I write this column with trepidation. I know I’m opening myself up to ridicule. A large portion of unbelievers–67 percent of Americans according to Gallup–will label me a nut job.
So be it. I don’t know what I saw, but I saw something. I’d doubt myself if my younger brother wasn’t with me.
I saw it first, but couldn’t immediately find words. As I slowed the car and pointed, Steve followed the direction of my finger. “What the…” escaped from his lips. A few seconds later, the UFO was gone.
What did we see? Well, it wasn’t a weather balloon, shooting star, a radio tower, a kite, nor an airplane. Military experiment perhaps? Could be. Grissom Air Force Base was less than 30 miles away. Alien flying saucer? I’m not ready to make that leap.
Perhaps I saw an Illusion created by wicked spirit creatures. 2 Corinthians 11:14 reveals that Satan the Devil “transforms himself into an angel of light.” Could his demons be responsible for UFOs? Seems as plausible as little green men.
I believe one day we’ll reclassify UFOs as IFO–Identified Flying Objects. Until then, I can only agree with Agent Dana Scully. The truth is out there.