strange encounters:

Have you ever encountered strange appearances with other humans?  Have you ever talked with someone, then looked back, and they disappeared?  Have you ever experienced a loss in time?  Have you seen a UFO or light orbs?  I want to share a few experiences with a strange, unexplainable phenomenon… Or is it?

ufo | light orbs:

I was on the phone with a buddy in junior high.  While I was talking, I was looking out the window.  Suddenly, I saw a fireball falling from the sky; I continued watching while simultaneously giving a play-by-play to my buddy.  I continued watching the falling pistol until we extinguished the fire.  I thought it was the end of the phenomenon, and then 30 seconds later, an object was hovering above the neighbor’s tree.  The object flashed red and green lights in a circular motion around the object.  I told my buddy to hold the phone as I ran into the living room; I said to my mom, “There’s a UFO outside; come on!” needless to say, I was wearing my underwear and a t-shirt.  The very second I made it outside, the object instantaneously ramped up into hyperspace and disappeared over a nearby mountain.  At this moment, is when my mom finally made it outdoors.

I witnessed several white balls of light in the sky during my travels.  More recently, I saw a line of about 10-12 white balls of light that stopped and flashed their lights in a slow-strobe manner.  After that, they aligned themselves into a pyramid, followed by a circle, and vanished.

jack n’ jill:

Please note: This story seems far-fetched and is for highly open-minded people.

When I was a Sr in high school, two co-workers and I planned a 40-mile, 4-day hiking trip on the Pacific Crest Trail near Mount Rainier in Washington state.  The weather was overcast for the entire duration.  We hiked the first 10 miles the first night and set up camp in a small clearing.  While setting up camp, we found a tent in a ball beneath some brush.  We discussed the situation and decided to stay put while simultaneously being creeped out.  We made dinner that consisted of freeze-dried soup.  During the night, strange sounds seemed relatively close to camp, making it challenging to have enough sleep to tackle the next 10 miles.

In the morning, we ate breakfast, packed up camp, and continued our adventure.  At mile two, I started developing two blisters on the ball of my foot and heel.  We stopped, and I added another sock to add some padding for the uncomfortable situation.  I also discovered that I over-packed and was starting to develop some irritation on my shoulders from the straps of my pack.  Nevertheless, I wouldn’t give up; it’s not in my nature.  We stopped at mile five, ate lunch, and hit the trail again.  We reached mile ten and set up camp, ate some dinner, and I tended to my hooves as they were getting worse.  Sleeping was difficult as my feet pulsated to the beat of my heart.

On day three, we woke up, ate breakfast, and hit the trail again.  My feet were at the point of bleeding, and my shoulders were raw from the heavy pack, but the show must go on.  We stopped for lunch at mile five and returned to mile ten.  At mile 10, we set up camp, ate dinner, and hit the sack, as the final day was just a few hours away.

On day four, we were ready to commence the final descent, as we were tired and starting to get on each other’s nerves.  We ate breakfast, packed up, and set out for the last leg of our journey.  At this point, my feet were trashed, and it was slow going as I took up the rear of the other two.  We stopped for lunch at the top of a boulder field that overlooked a lush meadow.  At that point, I forgot how bad my feet hurt, and we took in the magnificent view while shooting the shit about the past few days.  We thought about making camp there but decided to stick to our goal.  We headed back on the trail, and I took up the rear again.  As we descended, I lost a visual of the other two because of the switchbacks and the copious amount of pain I was experiencing.

I lost my visual of the other two and felt extremely weak; the pain was beyond my tolerance.  Ahead I saw two figures; as they approached, I felt a sense of peace, and my pain suddenly disappeared.  These beings were uniquely beautiful, wearing red and blue Fila sweat suits, piercing blue eyes, and blonde hair on the verge of being transparent white.  As they passed, they smiled, exposing their perfectly straight white teeth, and said, “Hi.” I responded with a “Hi” as I was mesmerized by their beauty.  After they passed by, I took a few more steps as my legs gave out from under me, and I rolled down an embankment; when I came to a stop, my pack had fallen off and was a few feet up the embankment.  Soon after, I heard two voices simultaneously say.  “Are you okay?” I responded.  “yes.” the man swiftly came down to rescue me; he held out his arm and grabbed mine effortlessly, pulling me up to my feet, and guided me back up the embankment while grabbing my pack as we passed by.  When we reached the top, he had no trace of dirt or debris on his white Fila shoes.  They simultaneously asked me if I was okay and introduced themselves as “Jack and Jill.” I laughed and said, “Are you serious?” They both said, chucked, and said, “Yes.” After that, I asked how far they had gone and spoke unison.  “Up to the boulder field,” I was dumbfounded as that was about two miles from where we stood.  I said, “No way, did you do, fly?” they both looked at each other and smiled.  Jack then offered to carry my pack to the bottom of the trail.  I jokingly said, “Jack and Jill carried my pack down the hill.” They laughed as they continued down the trail.  It took a few minutes for me to ponder what the hell just happened.

Time-lapse:

I slowly descended to the bottom of the trail and wondered what had happened to my friends.  When I reached the trailhead, I found my pack neatly propped against a post.  I grabbed my backpack and walked to the car, ready to see my friends waiting.  However, to my dismay, they weren’t there.  Confusion set in as I wondered what had happened to them.

And then:

About 10 minutes later, my friends entered the parking lot from the trailhead.  What the fuck happened?  We were all confused as they were at least 10 minutes ahead of me.  I told them about my experience with “Jack and Jill, and they laughed their asses off at me.  What were Jack and Jill?  How did my encounter with them make me jump in time?  I have told only four people about this encounter, and all of them said they were angles; I beg to differ; I’m about 95% positive they were Pleiadeans.

christmas eve:

I was camping in the Anza Borrego desert in California.  It was the morning of Christmas Eve.  I was the only one in the campground.  I opened the trunk of my car to grab my camp stove to boil some water for my oatmeal and coffee.  When I opened the trunk, I looked around the campsite as I always do, as I like to be aware of my surroundings.  There was no one around.  I opened up the case of my camp stove and proceeded to place my stove on a rock.  Then suddenly, I heard a voice that said, “Good morning!” Of course, this startled me, as I had just checked for others a minute earlier.  I responded, “Hey man, you startled me; where did you come from?” He pointed and said, I parked on the road.” this confused me even more, as the road was about 1/2 mile away.  I asked him if he flew, and he chuckled as Jack and Jill did on my PCT incident.  The man had two walking sticks and wore glasses with one dark lens, like a pseudo eye patch.  He asked me about my stove and informed me that kerosene burned hotter than propane, which I was unaware of.  He then asked where I was from, and one thing led to another as he told me that he had just returned from hiking around Mt. Rainier (again, my mind instantly went to the PCT incident).  He grabbed his phone and showed me some images of his tent lit up under the night sky; the photos looked like an advertisement for a tent manufacturer.  He returned his phone to his jacket pocket and told me he was going to town.  Again, I was confused as the town was more than 10 miles away.  He said, have a nice day, Merry Christmas and proceeded to walk away.  I reached down to grab my stove, looked up, and the man was gone, as in poof gone.  Who was this guy?  Where did he come from?  Did he have something to do with my PCT encounter?  Did he come from another timeline?  Perhaps he was from another dimension?  Why do I experience these things?  Are they delivering some message?  Nevertheless, I find this shit fascinating.

the ranger:

This experience also happened at the same place as the Christmas Eve incident.  I took a little hike up to the top of a ridge that overlooks the desert floor and the Sultan Sea.  As I was enjoying the view, I saw a guy dressed in an old-school ranger outfit.  The odd thing was he arrived about a minute after I did.  I am hyper-aware of my surroundings and am 100% positive that no one is behind me.  I was standing near the edge of the outlook, and he took another trail to a higher vantage point.  As he passed by, I waved and noticed a walkie-talkie from the ’70s attached to his belt.  I whispered to myself.  “A walkie-talkie?” The “ranger” was about 25-30 yards away, and he quickly turned and looked at me, then … vanished.

the hikers: 

This encounter also happened in the Anza Borrego Desert. I was standing at the same lookout point as the ranger incident, and four hikers arrived.  They weren’t very cordial as I said hi; they looked at me and proceeded up the same trail as the ranger, and like the ranger, they got a little way up the trail and … vanished.  Now, I must say boulder fields surround this place, and if you are familiar with disappearances near boulder fields, you may understand what these beings are.  I have concluded that they could be rock people manifesting themselves into the human form that the natives speak of.  Were they out to harm me?  I don’t know.  Perhaps they didn’t because I showed no fear of them?  Nevertheless, I am confident they exist.

 to be continued