A few months ago I posted information on this site about a sighting I
had of a very large alien craft that appeared to be checking out the
Surry Nuclear Power Station here in southern Virginia. (As it turns
out I did not start a new message thread as I should have done. I
apologize for that).
Since that time I have received a strange phone call purporting to be
from a MUFON researcher. At first I thought he was interested in doing
a follow-up to my report, but I learned very quickly that his only
goal appeared to be to undermine the particulars of my report. For
instance, after I repeated to him that I'd seen what was very clearly
a non-terrestrial craft while riding my bicycle along the river, the
very first thing out of his mouth was, "You cannot see the James River
from the Colonial Parkway." I was flabbergasted at this. I assured him
that you could indeed see the river for a stretch of about five miles
from the road. He then told me flatly, "No, you cannot. The Parkway
ends at Jamestown Island." Yes, I said, that is true, but from there
it follows the river up to College Creek. I have cycled this road for
the past ten years, so I think I know what I am talking about. He was
not convinced, but asked me to proceed with my report. Things didn't
get any better from there on out. He quibbled with me about how I knew
the craft was metallic, how I could tell front from back, how I could
be certain it was not a commercial airship, and so on. I answered as
well as I could, but very quickly found myself losing my temper at his
high-handed interrogative style. After a few minutes of what I began
to feel was little more than abuse and ridicule, I hung up on him. The
gist of all this is that I came away from this experience with the
distinct impression that his job was not to gather facts, but to
instill doubt in my mind.
I have since contacted MUFON asking them if this man was one of
theirs, but have yet to receive a reply.
Another odd thing about all of this. A few days ago I was out biking
again, and this time a true commercial airship sailed right over my
head just a few hundred yards from where I made my initial sighting!
It was a MetLife blimp, blue and white, with crew cabin hanging from
the belly and a large tail assembly. As it passed overhead I clearly
heard the purr of its engines. There was a slight west wind and it was
making very slow progress from north to south. I thought this was an
uncanny coincidence. But, if anything, it reinforced my conviction
that what I saw last May was not human technology. That craft was
about four times larger than the MetLife blimp, very dark gray without
any writing on its exterior, absolutely silent, without tail or
stabilizers, no crew cabin, and could move very quickly into a strong
headwind. As I said before, when it came abreast of the power station
it hung in midair just below the forested ridge flanking the station
perimeter and rocked very gently from front to back like a small boat
in a mild current.
This was a paradigm shifter for me. I will never be the same after
that sighting. And nobody will ever shake my conviction that what I
saw was not an alien craft. Everything about it screamed alien. And
power. And confidence.
No, ladies and gentlemen, we've been discovered. Forget SETI. Waste of
time and money. They're already here and they're watching us and
there's not a damn thing we can do about it. Our vaunted military is
powerless to do anything to stop them.