I have one event in my entire life that is similar, and were it not for my neighbor I never would have know it happened - I still don't believe it LOL.
In the mid-sixties when I was a teen I was sitting on the front steps of the house on Long Island. As I sat there I noticed a light in the sky that I told myself was a plane, probably a jet airliner. It didn’t even dawn on me that this was a picture I should have only seen at night as it was a sunny afternoon. I wasn’t looking at a jet airliner’s headlights, I was looking at a ball of light; I should have been looking at the plane itself as it was daytime. This shows that seeing Unidentified Flying Objects in the sky were not a default thought in my life at that time. I defaulted to the only thing I knew I would see in the sky - a jet aircraft, and never questioned it.
As it came towards me out of the north and got closer, it suddenly seemed to slow down, which caught my attention. Then it seemed to almost stop. As I watched, after what seemed to be a few seconds, it began to move again. It suddenly banked off to its right (west) in a small curving loop-like pattern, looped to its left and shot out to the east at an incredible speed. THEN the lights went on in my head. I just sat there and said – “WOW ... a UFO.”
For most people this is where the story ends; they see a craft, it does something odd, end of story; but not for me. As I sat there wondering what the heck I had just witnessed, I suddenly became ill. It seemed to be getting worse the longer I sat there. I had to lie down. I slowly got up and then tried to get to the lounge on the side patio. I made it as far as the garage and had to stop. As I leaned on the small work table my father had built onto the wall by the garage door I seemed to be getting worse. What was happening? I finally staggered around to the side patio and crashed on the lounge-chair.
When I finally woke up, I was very groggy. My mother walked out and asked if I was OK; she said I had slept for a couple of hours or so. I told her I was OK, and then I noticed my father at the end of the driveway talking to our neighbor from across the street. He called me over and asked a strange question. It seemed my neighbor had been working in his yard and saw me sitting on the steps. My neighbor said he had heard a noise, turned around to see what it was, looked back and I was gone. I had - vanished off the front steps? It needs to be said that he was noticeably upset by this picture. I said I had no memory of anything like that, and said I probably went back into the house. I was not putting two and two together at this point, but he said there was not enough time for me to have moved and gone anywhere. It would be like you standing and talking to someone, you hear a noise and look to see what it was, finding nothing you turn back, and the person you were talking to - is GONE. Since I had no memory of anything happening, none of this made any sense to me. Maybe this was when I stumbled into garage? But this still doesn’t answer the question as to why I had gotten sick. It would be another 30 years before this event resurfaced because of what I was reading. I have no idea LOL.
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