Sandia - Monzano "Visitors"

After C’s accident, our relationship changed. 

The person who went into the crash was not the person who came out the other side. The closed head trauma re-wired her and the personality took a change; not for the better in this case. She spent 6 weeks in the hospital and then was discharged home to my care. This also displaced pharmacy school for 1 year.

During this time my sister had moved from Kansas with her middle child. They stayed with my mother and myself which freed me up to look after C. I went back to working full time, plus any overtime, at the Emergency Rooms where I was employed. This meant I was traveling at all hours of the day.

One evening, toward the end of the first year, I was headed back to C’s house. I had worked all day at two separate ER s and was flat exhausted. It was around 11:45 p.m. I walked into the house and our dog, Sosa, met me at the door. C had taken her walker and went out onto the back porch.

It was a typical NM November night, crisp, cold, snow was on the ground and the sky was so close you could touch it. C had a very strange look on her face.

When I asked why she wasn’t back in bed, she told me a story that I will never forget. 

She had been reading and got the distinct feeling that I was out in the backyard. She thought that was very odd, because normally I came through the house to check on her immediately after getting home. She got out of her bed and walked outside. She had a fantastic view of the Sandia and Monzano Mountains. There were heavy clouds just above the range, and as her attention was drawn to the clouds a bright orange ball dropped out of the clouds. It flew rapidly along the tops of the mountains until it reached the end of the range, then it just headed right back to where it came from. It did this twice as she watched. It had fascinated her so much that she remained outside in hopes of seeing it again.

She called this, and all sightings after this, “our friends”.

Keep this sighting in mind, because after her passing it will return.

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Silent Light on an Eve of (Near) Destruction

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After the first of the year 1995, I began dating one of the ER/ICU nurses that I had worked with at the Westside hospital. We had been seeing each other for approximately a month, when we began discussing my beliefs regarding extraterrestrial life. She listened very intently to the experiences I had gone through and was especially attracted to the Socorro encounter. 

She cooked dinner for me that night, consisting of Curried Shrimp, basmati rice and homemade white chocolate ice-cream with raspberrie sauce. The next morning she was going to meet a friend in Guatemala and vacation in Belize. She had a strange feeling about the trip, feeling that she might not come back from her excursion. I stayed the night.

Later in the evening we went to bed. Her bedroom faced out overlooking the Rio Grande river situated in Rio Rancho. It had a wonderful view of both the river and the night sky.

Around 3 a.m. she woke me up with a very dreamy sounding voice, “Look at the pretty star” Her head was raised and looking out the window. I followed her gaze and coming down the river at tree top level was a brilliant white light. It lit up the trees and the river underneath it, and was so bright that you couldn’t see what was behind it. There was absolutely no sound. The window was opened, and a breeze was coming in, but absolutely no sound.

I got up the next morning and made it to class. Half way through Biochem, UNM’s campus police pulled me out of class. My new girlfriend had been in a near fatal car accident on her way to the airport. Her car had been T-boned by a 1994 Chevy Blazer. 

She had suffered a lacerated liver, multiple rib fractures including a flail chest, her pelvis was fractured in 5 places and she suffered a closed head trauma.

This was a prelude to our next 9 years together. 

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