posted on Mar, 14 2009 @ 05:30 AM
As opposed to a lot of people on here sharing a single strange thing they have witnessed, you are unfortunate (Or fortunate) enough to have me dump a
36 year old's LIFETIME experiences with things outside of what I know, (Or thought I knew) to be the norm. I'll start with me at age 11 and work my
way to, well, now.
11 My Step Brother and I were "camping out" in a friend of ours back yard. You know the deal, we set up a tent, made a little campfire etc etc
(All being essentially a ruse for our parents so we could run wild through the night doing the type of dumb crap that kids of that age do). Around
11:30 at night, (Which for an 11 year old is LATE!!!) We decided to gallivant around the neighborhood sowing chaos and discord in our wake.... Upon
reaching the front yard of our friends house, we noticed an Armadillo in the road and using various implements, ( I recall having a 9 iron....) chased
this Armadillo across the road and into a ditch... Then we looked up. Floating above the local sweet potato canning plant ( Try to picture that if you
will) were three metallic spheres, perfectly round, perfectly reflective and moving along at a rate of what couldn't be more than 2-3 miles per hour.
Totally silent. Each sphere was the size of.... I don't want to say the New Orleans Superdome, but not much smaller. If you took all of the matter
that made up the above ground buildings and other items in this town (Hessmer, LA) and kind of compressed it all together, it would have "easily"
fit into ONE of these spheres. This in an of itself is all sorts of amazing, but remember, I was a child of 11. Back then the amazing was the norm and
though it was decidedly strange, we were three essentially redneck kids of the 10-13 year range and it wouldn't have caused a blip on our radars for
more than a week or two.
Where this story gets interesting is in what followed. For the next 9 years of my life, I had absolutely NO memory of this event. None, nada,
zilch. 9 Years later after having lived my teenage years and VERY early 20's in the BIG CITY of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, I returned to my hometown of
Cottonport LA and shortly thereafter had a meeting with my stepbrother for the first time IN 9 years.
We sat down on my porch to rehash old times and one of the first questions he asked me was this...... "Do you remember what we saw that night we
camped out in Royston's back yard?" (Yes, our friends name was Royston, don't ask me.....) For a split second, I had no idea what in God's name he
was talking about..... But then in my mind's eye, I saw those sphere's. I saw them as though it was happening at that second. I am not a stupid man
so I knew not to tamper with the experience so I didn't answer him. I merely asked "What did we see Sean?" His reply has changed my life ever
since and is part of the reason that I'm here telling this story to you guys today, (After quite a while on this site avoiding it). His reply was....
"These three giant ball bearing looking things floating over the canning plant."
This is the "second" tier of amazing (At least for me....), but there's one more. After he left that day, I started poking into my own
memories and thinking of that night. It was almost like his original words were a key that unlocked an entire part of my memory that had been locked
up for 9 years. So I explored it. This is what I found.
My last conscious memory of that night, around 11:30-Midnight, was chasing that Armadillo and looking up and seeing the spheres. My next memory
is of it being around 5:30-6:00 in the morning and myself gathering firewood to warm myself up and Royston and Sean sleeping in the tent as I did
this. There ARE no memories in between. I have no memory of us discussing what the hell it was we saw. I have no memory of us running amok as we
originally had planned. I have no memory of being worn out and laying down to sleep in our tent. Just click the fast-forward button and I'm in the
mid-state of gathering wood to build the fire back from the coals that remained. For the record, Sean has no memories after seeing the spheres. I've
never had contact with Royston again so I can't verify anything with him. Something is rotten in Denmark and it isn't the account I've just given
you. I never thought I could type this all out but there it is. Make what you will of it.
I'll post some other experiences some other time. This took for frikken ever.