Encounter of the Third Kind
Encounter of the Third Kind
One summer night, I visit my sister and her children in Mount Vernon
Leaving Mount Vernon, I pass Mundy Lane; There is only one person in view
This young man is ahead and to the left of me; I am totally alert
Suddenly, I am now aware that I am being closely watched
I quickly direct my gaze over the houses, towards the moonlit sky; Awesome rapture!
On my left about two hundred feet up is a huge, round circular object
I look down on the sidewalk, then back up in utter disbelief
It is still there, motionless and no sound
This object is black, grey, metallic, saucer-shaped about half the size of Yankee Stadium
There are two square-shaped, rotating sets of soft lights, not directed towards the Earth
One row of lights is rotating in a clockwise fashion;
The other is rotating in an anti-clockwise motion
While keeping the object in plain sight, I begin to walk again
As I move on the ground, this object is now moving with me in a parallel direction
There is still no sound, this is not an Earthly machine
No one else seem to notice as I stare above me
Nearing Baychester and two hundred forty first street, I begin to slow down
The object slows down and is now at a standing position
I am amazed at this Heavenly vision. I am now keeping my eyes glued to this object
It is now about ten minutes after eleven.The forty-one bus has just arrived
The driver has made a u-turn. After getting on the bus, I sit on the left side
It is now moving towards the lower Bronx.The other people on board seem not to notice.
Parallel with the bus, the object follows at every turn
On Webster Avenue, I look down ,then up; It is no more
William Morrissey 7/15/90vision
Copyright © William Morrissey | Year Posted 2012
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