. an increase of force or energy
. when Anita says it, I guess she means that the lights get brighter…
. The Truth is out there.
The Twilight Zone
. The Truth was out there.
. not a UFO, not a flying saucer, not a message from spacemen
. a big rock — made up primarily of iron and nickel — that falls to Earth and glows because of the heat generated by the friction from moving through the atmosphere at such great speed
. sometimes they are not that big
. sometimes they don’t glow
. let’s not get started on this nonsense
. not the usual experience, not benefitted by a vetted scientific explanation
. events that should not be confused with weird scientific concepts such as dark energy or the fourth kind of neutrino
. y’know, flying saucers, UFOs, LGMs, ESP, Yeti, psychic abilities and the like
Now that you are armed and ready, we are back at our clearing on UFO night and the fun begins. Most of the time we look through our expensive third generation infrared goggles at the sky. Sometimes, Anita directs our attention elsewhere.
“Look that way,” as she points to the west. “That’s Jerome, the most active paranormal area of the country.” As soon as I find Jerome through the glasses, Anita points out something in the opposite direction. “Look at those lights moving. You see that one going to the right?”
Anita’s operating at a high level of energy. Her monolog keeps us jumping. “Look at what’s… Look at what’s here. You can only see it with the goggle. You can’t see it with you eye…which one is going away… One just disappeared, right here, there’s another one over here. You may not.. l… The tree may be in your way, you may have to come over here. See it? Because the tree’s in your way… Look here, there’s one flashing at us right now. Look, you guys… Over by Jerome…
“See, one is powering up right now. Sometimes they’ll flash back. Shine your laser on him, watch! They’ll flash back at us. Contact!”
“So, Anita,” I say. “Several times this evening you have referred to “they.” What are you talking about? Who or what do you mean by “they?”
Anita surprises me with her response. “I don’t know,” she says. “That’s why those flying objects are unidentified. We don’t know what they are.” This is the most rational thing she has said all night. Doesn’t last long.
I look through my goggles but they are not adjusted for my eyes. I’m seeing two images of everything.
“Can these eyepieces be adjusted?” I ask, but Anita’s pretty well caught up in the pretty lights.
“Look over that way. Look at that one coming down, it’s diagonal. Look! It’s going to meet the other lights there.”
Once again I’m thinking, not saying, “Y’know, the Sedona Airport is just two and a half miles in that direction. They have only one runway but I’m sure they use lights when it’s dark out.
“Get your phones out and hold them up to the eyepieces. I’ll show you some amazing UFOs that I caught with my phone.
“It’s not that easy to do, it takes a little bit of practice. As long as you know where your eyepiece is on your phone, you’ll find that infrared… Okay, so he’s now coming down. A lot of them come down. Compare that to the blinking of a plane. It’s very different, they just have to power up.
“Look at that! He’s moving fast. Look at this guy right here. Man! Two of them right there. Didja get that? Flying in formation. This is a good video right now ‘cause you’ve got two, um, this one’s nice and bright, I can see it with my eye right here, can you see ‘im? Right here? So you’ve got the one that’s powering up.”
Clearly Anita herself is powering up.
“Okay, so he’s now coming down, are you able to get the video?
“Here’s a little guy… Oh! He saw my laser…
“A meteor just went by. You all saw that, didn’t you?”
Twenty minutes later, it is time to put away the goggles. But the show isn’t yet over. Anita starts tapping through the thousands of photos she has on her phone. “Look here. See these lights?”
I see a smudge on the screen.
“That’s one that I got just by shooting in the dark. Turn on your flashes and take pictures in the dark. See what you get. There are so many things going on, see what you get.”
We start randomly shooting in the dark, everyone with their cell phones, me with my camera. We’re like madmen. We’re like bugs in a hot flashpan. Every direction, the ground, the car, the sky, our fellow UFO-nauts. Flashes from every angle. I look at the photos on my camera. I look at the photos taken by my companions. They look like my computer screen when it is turned off. There are tiny white spots and some faint smears. I don’t know what those are either.
“Look at this one.” Anita’s phone shows another photo of the darkness with a smudge. She swipes and swipes. The next one she shows us is a distinct light, one where, she tells us, there shouldn’t be one.
“And here, right under the tree there, look at these lights. I tell you, there was a saucer right under this tree. Look at this, look at these lights. See the saucer?”
I look at her screen and see four lights, but admittedly, no saucer. I look under the tree. Dirt. Roots. No lights, no saucer. It’s hard to tell in the dark.
Someone asks, “Anita, you do this every night?”
“Not every night. Sometimes I take people out on a ghost tour, or we visit the vortexes.”
Quoting her own on-line guarantee, Anita says, “This isn’t paranormal. It’s normal!”
I found a link to a New York Times article about Anita and her tour. I clicked on the link and here’s what returned…
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As I said, there are five of us on this tour. Our other two UFO enthusiasts are Fred & Carrie. Starting in the parking lot where we initially meet and throughout the evening, they are enamored with each other, the kind of “get a room” enamored. We can’t help but notice.
“How’d you guys meet?” Lisa asks them in the car after our sightings.
“We worked with rescue pigs,” Fred explained.
“You’re pig preservationists?”
“You’d be surprised how many pigs are abandoned.”
Carrie then made the bold statement, “Y’know, there is no such thing as a teacup pig.”
“I’ve heard of those,” I say.
“People buy a piglet to be a pet and they are told that these cute little porcine darlings will never grow any larger. Y’know, ‘teacup pigs.’
“Well, they do grow larger. ‘Teacup pigs’ are simply very young pigs. They are so adorable, and the public is so gullible, that we believe they will stay small and cute.
“Look,” cries Anita. “Javelina!” We are leaving the dirt clearing to get back on the main road, Anita driving us, when we come upon a squadron of javelina. They look suspiciously like teacup pigs.
We do our share of gawking — Lisa and I never see javelina in Pittsburgh. They look like pigs, it’s hard to tell in the dark.
Fred is riding in the front seat with Anita. He states, “Y’know, the javelina is a cross between a hippopotamus and a rat.”
It is suddenly quiet in the car. I can hear Anita’s worn right rear bearing. The turn signal is clicking. The more we ponder Fred’s statement, the more speechless we are.
Finally Anita speaks up. It is the first time this evening she seems unsure of what she is going to say. “How do they… y’know… what… how does that happen?”
There is a long pause. Fred quietly says, “There are many things in this world that I can’t explain.”
That’s right, Fred. Javelina are not a cross between a hippopotamus and a rat. Even nature couldn’t pull that one off.
Even though I have visited the International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine, and even though I read H G Wells’ War of the Worlds, and even though I never forget the umlaut in Erich von Däniken’s name, and even though I saw the movie Alien, and even though In Advance of the Landing by Douglas Curran is on my bookshelf, I’ve never come upon the idea that maybe, just maybe, those alien craft might be piloted by javelina. It’s a little too dark to tell.
Look at that!