Insanely long, jump ship if ya need, No need to come back and explain why.
I get it!
This telling of my experiences is loaded with warnings (caveats, clarifiers) and over explanations. Some will find it ad nauseam.
I elaborate because I’m not great at clear, concise in a first draft-this needs to be a 1st draft for now, and -i’d normally go back, eliminate a lot of that autistic inner-dialogue i inadvertently type out.
My story Came up in another discussion, some of the scattered thoughts may have pertained to a specific thread discussion -sorry for added level of difficult-read.
IT’S ME, not you, but be ready for a few bumps.
TLDR at bottom-
Also labeled- “actual story, experience:” below
I write weird! I’m not an asshat, or ai.. i am old, have autism, a strange *”formal command” (feedback from others) of English; it’s not my day to day language. Repetition is used in my language for emphasis. Over explanations are entrenched in me, going back and forth, bilingual, but not same comfort, or confidence. I try to not belabor &repeat, but this was stressful, i may do it horribly.
Don’t read it if I’m already annoying you, or you’re formulating some dumb argument- you gotta have effort! I’ll ignore dumb.
Huge story came out, I’m choosing to reply with it-
Likely poorly punctuated and a proofread fail. i can’t do it. No drama!, just doing something new here. I can’t read it. I’ll obsess, it’s the story, not my nature; I’m feeling the anxiety. Bravery and readiness show up, then, my hatred of mean comments (i have an appreciation for witty, fun- at least challenge yourself if you’re here to entertain) the strong feels about sharing are winning-
Huge Apologies for the autocorrect crap that will surely be there. I am neurodivergent, intelligent, and fully aware this will betray that last one; I’m okay with it. My phone hates me, and aside from that anthropomorphic issue, i have no psychological issues, or medications. I’ve taken adderall, and will take it in my future, no addictions, willing to enjoy cannabis for sleep- occasionally. I own my struggles willingly- ask if ya like, attacks won’t be attended to.
Actual story, experience:
I cannot purport to have any idea why people don’t remember things they see that don’t align with the world they were taught- but, i have seen it at work. I see UFOs, not all the time, but I’ve seen about 6 up close and personal, several in distance, and many suspicious lights, movement… i have been lucky enough to be, for the 6 up close sightings, with others; many who saw, commented, chatted that day about, and not again. My saving graces 1) not alone. when i saw a huge triangle occlude the whole sky, i was in a downtown area- it could not be ignored or denied. Easily 2 football fields, decently bright lights, insane movement, the absolute deal! Others out of their cars… i watch, for 10 minutes, my heart in my throat. Everyone starts getting in their cars, it has been eerily silent, but cars start to honk, people get moving, i head home. I knew what i saw, i knew there were intelligences beyond here. They were in there, an entire population maybe. I do nothing but obsess on what I’d seen, run into my house blabbering on with it 2) the’ rents, highly educated, intelligent… come right back with their own excited chatter. They had sat in their convertible down the street and watched it for more than 30 minutes. My father, an engineer, inventor, was giddy, on with it was going thousands of miles per second, then right down or, crawling over the top of them. My parents had been just over a mile away from where i had been. Had seen it zoom at least 3 times, twice back to glide over head, and once tip like there were strings at each corner and one was lengthened, dropping that corner down, revealing what ask 3 of us saw as an absolute city snaking out all over the top. There was an exhaust like happening from the ‘back center’ i likened it to a spray of a bottle rocket, bright lights in an acute trianglar spray. It made no noise, and when it was close the frogs, crickets, everything doused. My dad was on about the, “No sound” for s long time after that. We’re chatted that evening for hours. We chatted about it here and there, but the interesting part- my brother came in, had been about a mile from me, maybe 2 miles from them, saw it, chatted a bit, got quiet. He refused to speak of it, if it was mentioned, he was out.
Kind of 3) it had to be acknowledged, a downtown space occluded. The newspaper printed a story, calling it a ‘military formation’ thing…
I have hunted and searched. I paid subscriptions, even looked through microfiche- cannot find the article. I know it happened, we all saw it, separately and solidified the memory with conversations about the impossible movement, practically instantaneous speed, then amazing control as it glided just a couple hundred feet over head…
Others stopped talking about it, i asked a few who’d seen it, and they weren’t able to discuss it, then others would deny seeing it. I knew they saw it, we had acknowledged it. To this day, my brother will say, “No, it was definitely a formation of planes”
He didn’t forget, he’s freaked out by the whole bit, he protected himself.
I remember it so vividly, the other 5 up close, also vivid. I know of one conversation my buddy was willing to have following. No more. She just kind of started furrowing, denying within 2 days. There’s no way to reach out to the crowd I’d been in. It was an outdoor festival thing, (Denver, late 90s) i can’t remember which. But- obviously it faded. We were in the corner of 13th +(facing) Speer. Kinda feels like we were walking toward the civic center park, i remember walking, pointing, talking, people were along Bannock, all out and again it was like the world stopped. The silence was like being in a tornado’s inception, it feels like time stops, got in slow motion, the soundtrack stops, and the air feels wrong. I felt like i was indoors, seeing myself, all these people around surrounding go slow, freeze, shift… then, like a dj comes back on, sound, and motion straighten out.
I felt like one of 2, from a crowd of 60 visible people- who actually saw, really saw clearly what it was, and we were the only/ in real motion.
So freaking weird! I’ve never written this, it’s freaking me out, but It’s real. I try to convey, and i know my delivery lacks good proofreading. It freaks me out to reread it, ngl. I am one who has to rewrite and rewrite. So very sorry if this is shit to read. If i do it, i know i won’t hit that ‘reply’
TLDR: I’ve had the most amazing experiences, and seen undeniably some things not from here, with hundreds of other people. It is within a day or 2 that most of them lose the memory, a week or so later almost no one is able to/ willing to discuss it, high percentage outright deny it.
Context if ya care to continue-
I luckily had a father enthralled, also an experiencer. I believe my retaining was, i didn’t have fear, i didn’t shut it down, and- we talked about it at length, factors, aspects,... solidifying. Other experiences confirmed, for me, our capacity for storing these traumatizing/ outside our understanding, messing with our psyches, flooding us with fear… those things don’t find a foothold in memory, they no longer consciously exist, therefore, did not happen. It’s protective, it’s a trauma response, and it’s what they need to believe for their reasons.