Encounters

My friend K-Dawg turned me on to a local UFO enthusiast today and it gave me an idea for a series of blog posts. During my decades of existence on this planet I’ve had a few UFO encounters and a couple of paranormal experiences, so I might as well share them.

My first, and most dramatic UFO incident, occurred when I was about seven or eight. I was living with my family in a tiny little town (about 30 houses) on the side of a Sierra Nevada mountain, west of Reno Nevada. One day my older brother and I decided to camp out on the top of the mountain and try out our cool new jungle hammocks, so with dog in tow we hiked up and set camp.

We each picked out two adjoining trees to string the hammocks, which were pretty cool with mosquito netting and sun flaps. Our spots were about fifty feet from each other in a small open area of the forest with a campfire between us.

I have no specific memories of what we did before going to sleep but all hell broke loose around midnight. I woke up to our dog barking and the campsite bathed in light. I looked over at my brothers hammock and it was empty and the dog next to it howling. I looked up past my hammock flaps to see where the light was coming from and saw a giant round orb glowing brightly, and hovering over the trees above me.

All of a sudden I felt something below me brushing against my back through the canvas of my hammock. I looked down and watched a mountain lion casually walk under me. That was the last thing I remember.

My brother was never the same after that night and I genuinely believe he was abducted. It could have easily been me instead and my brother would be writing this blog post about his little brother who’s life was spent spiraling into paranoid schizophrenia from which he never recovered.