Changed by the Experience
Just call me Jake. I’m fifty-five years old, and I’d
like to share an experience I had, when I was seventeen or eighteen years
old, with you. This happened in the late summer of 1963 or 1964. I do not
remember the exact date, because I tried for a while to try to forget it.
Things like I’m about to talk about were taboo in the home of a southern
Baptist preacher at that time! It was best to keep your mouth shut and try
to pretend it didn’t happen! The following event took place in upstate SC.
Within 30 miles of Spartanburg-Greenville airport. The reason I mention
this is, the airport had very good radar at that time, and the Air Force
Base at Sumter is less than then fifteen minutes away for an interceptor.
None showed up.
My brother {who is two years younger than me) and I usually sat out on the
front porch each week night after school started back in late summer and
talked for an hour or so before we went to bed around 11 o’clock. Our
front porch faced about 10-20 deg. northeast. There was a wooded area
directly across the street in front of us, that had a lot of trees in it
that were 50 or 60 foot high, so our view of the sky was limited down to
about 1 o’clock. This night the moon was very bright and probably within a
few days of being full, which made the porch dark where we were sitting.
We heard a strange sound coming from across the street in the sky and out
of our sight. It sounded like a multi-engine aircraft that was straining
real hard. We sat there and listened at it for a couple of minutes as the
sound got closer and the noise changed to more of a whine, almost like a
locomotive without the rail noise. In a minute or so we could see some
lights through the trees and a huge shape moving slowly toward us. My
brother said it was “one of those flying wings” speaking of some
multi-engine aircraft at that time that looked like wings. As it cleared
the trees we realized it was a “flying saucer” and the sound had changed
to a high pitched hum. We watched in awe as it came slowly over the road
and over the house beside us on our left or west side. It was very low and
not moving much faster than a person can walk. We jumped up and jumped off
the porch and walked beside the house watching it as it moved over that
house and than just stopped and hovered over the back yard of that house.
The hum changed to a hum like an electric motor, as I remember standing
there in our back yard and staring up at the huge craft. It was a round
thick disk with three or four little blue lights on the side I could see.
It had a big dome on top of the disk and it had a few amber lights around
it about a third of the way up. It looked to be about a hundred feet
across the disk, and maybe fifty feet high. It was about five hundred feet
up and maybe a hundred feet west of us. (The reason I can describe the
size so accurately is, I went back there several years ago and stood in
the same place and looked the same way I did that night, and it was almost
as if I was reliving that night. And I figured out the size and altitude
then.) It was a dull gray color and the moon made it look very dark
underneath. The odd thing was, the moon didn’t reflect off the dome in any
way that I could see. The craft just sat there motionless, as we stood
there looking it over. I wasn’t afraid of it at all, I was fascinated as I
watched it.
There was something about it that seemed to make a weird sensation in my
body. After what seemed an eternity, which in reality was probably around
a minute, the sound changed to a high pitched hum and then it seemed to
get out of the sounds that a human can hear. The craft started to move up
and back a little to the northwest at a very steep angle, slowly at first
and that it left so fast that it was gone in about two seconds. I remember
as it was going out of sight I saw a red light blink somewhere on it. I
can remember the feelings that I had as it disappeared; I felt as if I’d
just lost my best friend! I was excited, but I had a empty feeling! Now
the weird part is, my brother and I have talked this over several times
during our lives, and we remember the same things until the craft stopped.
His version is quite different than mine up until it started to leave.
Well anyhow, that changed my life! I knew that everything that I’d been
taught in church and history was wrong. Whenever I mentioned the damn
thing to one of my friends, they thought I was crazy! My brother and I
didn’t even talk about it! That experience did something to me, I have
thought about it daily all my life! I have had some experiences in my life
since then that have been good and some very bad with the paranormal! I
have been frightened so bad by a demon, that I almost was literally scared
to death. I have felt someone get between me and certain death! I have had
two recurring dreams, for years, and have had a couple of OBE’s. I usually
know what is about to happen, before it happens and have screwed up so
many times by doing the opposite of what I knew I should do, trying to
suppress that! I have been plagued by spirits my whole damn life! I seem
to have the ability to see what happened throughout recorded history by
reading a little about it and then it’s like I go into a trance and see
what really happened and most of the time it is nothing like I was
taught. This messes me up! It constantly screws with my mind! I was told
by a doctor several years ago that if I didn’t get rid of my stress, that
I was going to die very shortly! These things were driving me crazy! I got
rid of the stress. I think that the things that have happened to me during
the past thirty five or so years, have been related directly or indirectly
to this night, that I saw the truth. I could write so much about these
things; but what in the hell’s the use? No one believes it.