Do you believe in Aliens? It’s a simple question really, and most people have a definitive answer. About half of our society believes that they do not exist, that we are all there is. IMHO That’s a little arrogant. I think just the fact that we exist leaves open the possibility that others do also. To me it just makes sense.
I never paid much attention to UFO stories or theories about Alien life until I had an experience that to this day I cannot explain. Now of course, I pay more attention to the phenomena. Last night we were watching one of those shows about unexplained things…and UFOs are always included in the unexplained. There was a story about a guy who saw a little saucer in his field (in another country) and he was mesmerized. The door opened and he heard voices but couldn’t understand what they were saying, then the door closed and the saucer promptly left. Upon leaving it’s propulsion systems blasted the guy.. he was that close, and left unexplained marks on his abdomen that randomly reappeared on his skin throughout his life. Who knows if it’s all hype… all the better for ratings and the show, right? Anyway I turned to my wife and said “What would you do if you saw that?” To which she quickly replied RUN! I would so be outa there! LOL So it got me to thinking about how people react in such circumstances. Why some people run, and others are so curious that they remain. It also brought up my own memory.
My experience was not your garden variety UFO sighting, it was a little more up close and personal in nature, and it unnerves me still when I think about it.
It was a night like any other after the work day… kids, homework, dinner, tv and bed. Oh and back in those days we often had a night cap before bed during our shows. At this time we had an upstairs bedroom in the center of the house. We used window fans to keep cool because we hadn’t yet put in air conditioning. I love the fresh night air… it has always been soothing to me. Anyway we drifted into a wonderful slumber with kitties arranged into snuggle positions and commenced to sleep peacefully until….
Have you ever woke to someone staring at you… you just start to wake up because you know someone is there and looking at you, perhaps wanting something? Well if you are a mom (or dad) you might have experienced this. There have been many nights where I have woken to one of our boys standing or sitting next to me, watching me, as if their mere presence would wake me so that they wouldn’t have to, which of course it did, and they would then be comforted from their nightmare of zombie chasing and cuddled till they could go back to sleep. Ah the joys of parenting.
This night a similar thing happened, I felt as though someone were watching me, and I stirred from sleep expecting to find one of my children in need of comforting. What I saw instead when I opened my eyes was a face very unlike my own, with large dark eyes, and a small mouth, just inches away from my face. As though a person were standing next to the bed and leaning over to peer at someone sleeping so that their face would be aligned with the sleeping person if they were to open their eyes. I froze, wide eyed in disbelief trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Our room was never completely dark at night because we had lots of windows so it was always easy to navigate without the use of lights if you had to visit the bathroom. This all happened in seconds but it seemed in slow motion. The feeling I got from what I saw was curiosity, but it took only seconds of processing for me to realize this wasn’t one of my children and for the the fight or flight response to kick in. I then screamed bloody murder and shot bolt right up in the bed, and it was gone!, poof!, like it had never been there. My wife, having only heard me scream like that once or twice in all our years, shot out of the bed to a standing position ready to kill whatever was the threat. The cats flew in unison to who knows where, all three of them. I was instantly out of bed searching the room, looking out the window, down the hall checking on the boys, all safe in their beds snoring ( I swear boys can sleep through anything) , looking desperately for some rational explanation for what I saw. There was none. My first thought was it might have been one of the boys playing an awful joke, as clearly they would not have been above this at that age. sighs.. Not only were they all sleeping, there was really no way they could have run down the hall in those seconds of hyper awareness without us knowing. The next day just in case, I went through their things searching for anything that could resemble what I saw, and nothing. No costumes, no masks, I did find dirty socks, and petrified food, but nothing to explain the unexplained. and so to this day it remains… unexplained. My wife said “maybe you were dreaming?”, but I wasn’t… I was awake, and my eyes were open just like when one of our boys would come in. I have never in my life had a hallucination, nor have I ever done any kind of drug that would cause one. It was and is… the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. Was it an Alien?… who knows. All I know for certain is that I can’t explain what I saw, that does not mean however, that there is not an explanation, only that I am not privy to it.
So what about you? Do you believe in Aliens? If you saw something would you run, or investigate? Things being how they are today… I would definitely grab my phone and start taking photos for evidence and facebook. 😉