Lavender Lights over SoCal

Hello again. 

It’s been a bit since I have felt compelled to add to this continuing journey. But on the early morning of February 24^th,  as the clouds which were supplying us here in SoCal with some much needed rain parted, I  witnessed  an amazing configuration of lights with an odd color scheme. The time was approximately 3:30 a.m.

My dog, Sosa, is a 14 y.o. border collie whom I have had for the past 13 yrs. And now as he prepares for the next steps of his journey, he has developed odd hours. He will get up several times during the night to go outside and potty. This would have been the second or third excursion outside that night.

As he made his way along our front courtyard I looked out towards the Northeast over the area of 3^rd Street I noticed an odd, and strangely subtle sight in the night sky. I wiped my eyes thinking perhaps it was the sleep still encasing them, but they were still there. 

Hanging so very peacefully in that Northeastern sky were 6 lights hanging in a vertical curve. If you took the Phoenix Lights and rotated them to be perpendicular to the ground you would have a good idea of what the shape of this configuration looked like. The odd thing was the color, a beautiful, peaceful violet or dark lavender. Each would “twinkle” like perhaps they were rotating or flashing their color.

I stood for several minutes watching this spectacle unfold. They never moved. They just hung there, quietly, peacefully. Then as I watched, the clouds moved in and slowly enveloped these beautiful objects.

Later I was informed by IQXS that there was recent violet-colored UFO orbs or lights reported elsewhere. Very exciting!

Of Alien Dreams and a Clear Lake Traveler

Well, we are close to the current point in time. 

I must say that this has been an extremely cathartic process for me, and I hope that it was useful to some of my readers.

Before I get to my most recent sighting, I feel the need to share one last “dream”. It was shortly after I had agreed to do this blog and I was mentally sorting through my experiences. Some I remembered quite easily, others came grudgingly to my consciousness.

I had gone to bed as I normally would, around midnight. I fell asleep very quickly, when suddenly I was back to the craft I saw back in Albuquerque, NM. I was sitting in a padded chair, with restraints holding me in the chair. It felt like what I would assume being attached to a bungee cord would feel like. A constant movement that felt like I was being launched upwards and as quickly pulled back down again. There were a constant flow of colors, very psychedelic and a voice talking to me. 

The voice had the tone of a person who is used to having orders followed. The voice kept repeating the mantra “ You will not remember. You must not remember. You cannot remember.” I don’t know how long this lasted, but the constant up and down movement caused that feeling in one’s stomach where you would be driving a car and suddenly hit a dip. That dropping feeling that I used to love as a child.

I woke up that morning committed to putting on paper all of the experiences that I could readily remember. Did I remember them all? I don’t believe I did, I honestly feel that there are things buried in my memory that I may never recover.

With that being said, I rather frequently feel the tingling in my neck. But having moved to Los Angeles, the sky is very hard to observe. 

The first sighting I caught was over downtown LA. 

It was a brilliant white orb, very high up. 

After I focused my eyes on it, it shot straight up and out of sight.

The second occurred at a small town called Clear Lake, California. My wife and I had gone up there 2 years ago for the Fourth of July. It was pitch black over the lake, with a beautifully clear sky. We were standing on the dock when that all to familiar tingling started. I asked my wife if she would like to see a “traveler”. When she said she did, I told her to look directly above us. In that area of the sky was a satellite which was traveling on it’s constant path, but crossing it’s path at a high rate of speed was an orange colored orb. She thought both were satellites, until the orange orb stopped, hovered then shot back in the direction it had came from.

Finally, we were coming home from watching Iron Man II. Heading down Glendale Blvd back to our home, I noticed a triangular grouping of bright white lights with a brilliant red light in the center of that triangle. It cruised and hovered in the sky to the southwest, then quickly vanished.

I will end on this sighting for now. 

As more show themselves to me I will fill in the gaps.

Ciao for now.   

W.

Diversity in the New Mexico Alien Crafts

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I remained living in NM for about 18 months after C had passed away. During this time I had many “odd” sightings. 

I was lying on the floor one evening about 11:30 p.m. My television was against a wall facing Northeast, and to it’s right were several windows. As I was watching TV I felt a strong rumbling. It felt as if my whole home was being shaken to it’s very foundation. I glanced out of the windows, and I saw a string of lights.

There were perhaps 10 or 12 in a straight line formation covering the expanse of the end of my home and flying at about 2000 feet. They passed rapidly over my home and were gone over the horizon in a matter of seconds.

Later that week I sat on the back porch of my home talking with a friend on the phone. Again, a loud roaring was heard, loud enough that my friend on the other end of the phone asked me if I had moved next to the Sunport. 

I looked out over my back garden, about ¾ of an acre, and noticed a dark obelisk like object flying at tree top level over my property. It flew perpendicular to the ground, think Washington monument moving upright, and with the exception of 3 large reddish, circular lights, one above the other, the only way you could see it’s shape was by it blocking out stars as it passed. As it moved out towards the West, it turned horizontally and left in a few seconds.

The oddest of these sightings took place in December of 2004. I had gone to bed at about midnight, and dropped right off to sleep. The next thing I am aware of is standing out in the middle of my back garden looking straight up. Very high above me was a circle of 6 lights. They remained stationary for a few seconds after I “woke” up, then they began to quickly rotate around their circle and they shot straight up into the early morning sky.

I was weighing a decision that would take me away from New Mexico, but not away from my “friends”.

TBC

Final Days: The Visitor's Return

I was with C for approximately 10 yrs. About a year before she died, I came home and noticed an interesting object sitting in the eastern sky. It looked like a ‘can’ in basic shape. The object itself was a brilliant white with an alternating red/blue light rotating around it’s upper edge and a green light rotating around it’s lower edge.

It sat at an angle of about 10-15 degrees off perpendicular. It never moved. 

I came into the house and found C in her recliner. She was having bouts of severe shortness of breath so she did very little in her last days. I mentioned the object, and she got her walker to go out on her back porch. Again she felt it was our ’friends’. The object stayed in the exact same spot in the sky for 45 minutes to an hour, then it was suddenly gone. No where to be seen.

That was the last sighting at her home. 

The day she passed away, I stayed around her home and collected my things. That night I took our dog and cats and went back to my home South of Albuquerque. I took my things back into my home and walked my dog around the back part of the acre that I owned. 

As he was doing his business I felt that unmistakable tingling in my neck. I looked up towards the Sandia/Monzano Mountain range. The moon was full, with slight cloud covering along the top of the mountains.

Out of the clouds dropped a brilliant orange ball.

 It dropped to just above the mountain tops, flew following the range and then returned along the mountain tops and disappeared back into the clouds. I stood there and watched for several minutes. TBC

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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Triangle UFO Over Isleta Indian Reservation Bridge

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By the beginning of the year of 1995 J and I had gone our separate ways. Nothing uncommon for me. Business as usual.

I had started classes at the University of New Mexico’s College of Pharmacy, but continued to work at least three 12 hour shifts per week in the ER for one of Albuquerque’s hospital systems. Most of the time these shifts took place between 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. on the weekends, but occasionally there would be other hours.

I took care of my mother during both the times J and I were together, up until the day she died. She was a brittle diabetic (old term), hypertensive, arthritic, but her mind was intact. Her eyesight was not the best, and her reaction times had slowed, therefore she quit driving. I picked up the slack for her.

I was headed to my mother’s home one night after an 11a.m. to 11 p.m. shift at one of St. Joe’s Hospitals ERs. This one was located on the West side of Albuquerque, so I was able to take the back roads to my mother’s. This allowed me to go through the Isleta Indian Reservation and cross the Rio Grande via their bridge.

As I came across the Reservation and started across the bridge I looked up the Rio Grande River northward. Hovering silently about 100-150 yards from the bridge was a large triangular shaped craft. It was just about tree top level and the bottom of the craft reflected in the dark waters of the Rio Grande. The only lights visible on the craft were what I would say were portholes or windows along the upper third of the thickness of the craft, and three large, brilliantly white lights on the bottom. I know they were there because they reflected back from the river.

Artist Concept

I looked at this vehicle, and it was like it was an everyday sight for me. The tingling in my neck was going off madly, but I felt extremely calm. I didn’t stop or even slow down my car. I made it through the Reservation and home.

I mentioned this to an Uncle (uncle by marriage) that had traveled Hwy 317 many times over the years. He laughed and began to describe a disc shaped craft he saw hovering in the yard of one of the many folks who had land along that Hiway. He said that was one of many sightings he had had over the years.