STRANGE LIGHTS
Anytime seems to be “UFO Time,” now-a-days.
We used to have a “season” for such sightings - in October, I believe, but that
restriction has gradually faded away.
If you feel left out because you haven’t yet experienced the sighting a flying
objects from outer space in your locality, here is how you can do something about such
an unseemly deficiency.
Find a bedroom window from which there is a view of a portion of town, a lighted
area. Forget about the trees between you and the places you see. This calls for
advance planning because you must make your choice when leaves are not on the
trees ...mid-winter would be best. Then, some dark night, look from the window and into
the blackness of the sky and suddenly a tiny light will appear, flicker for a moment,
establish itself, then move suddenly to another area of the sky, so fast you can’t follow it.
It appears to be round, maybe a bit flat across the top as you watch it, and glowing
brightly!. Then, it just disappears; as quickly as it appeared!. It is gone!
What you have been watching are several, high-mounted lights in the parking lot
of a small industrial plant not too far away, but you have been seeing them through the
unsteady filter of leaves on one of the trees you have ignored. Sharp gusts of wind
moved the leaves and gave you intermittent views of several of the lights in the area. It
took very little imagination on your part, backed by popular folklore about unidentified
flying objects, for you to become a “believer” , at least for a few moments. Right?
You can see other ghostly lights in, of all places, your local cemetery.
Walk among the stones by yourself some dark night, or along the road on the
hillside where the cemetery is located if you are that “chicken”, and you will be amazed
at the eerie flashing of lights, you sense rather than see, on all sides at intervals. You will
find you are looking at the reflections of city lights and those of moving highway traffic
nearby. The glossy surfaces of varied sized, and shaped memorials cast a fearful
network of silent reflections about, responding to lights shining afar. Imagination and
willful ignorance can do a great deal with such basics.
If you have worn glasses for some time, you know the experience of suddenly,
becoming aware of a fact that someone was standing at one side or the other as you
read or type. You turn to see and there is no one there! Check out the side rim of your
glasses in relation to the room’s lighting or look up and realize that you can glimpse the
rotating blades of the ventilation fan even as either read or type. Or, it could have
been a piece of paper or cloth at the far end of your desk which moved when caught,
momentarily, in the downdraft of the fan.
I have found such unwelcome visitors looking over my shoulder as I write to be so
real and present that have spoken to them; finished the line I was concerned with;
turned and found no one there.
They are called: “ Unidentified ... Prying ...whatever the ”o” might stand for!” I
hate ‘em. “Gee whiz! I wish they’d go away.”
A.L.M. July 11, 2002 [c570wds]
