Mass UFO Sighting at the 66 Multiplex Drive-In

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After my girlfriend and I stopped seeing each other socially, I did not pursue another. During this break time, I was seeing some craft. Mostly they were night time sightings. Quick and gone as I like to describe them.

I started working a clinic job. During this time I met my next companion. She was an intake RN for this clinic. It was only a short time before we started seeing each other. I opted not to share my personal beliefs with her, feeling that what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

One evening, in a cold November, we went to the 66 Multiplex Drive-In to see “Transylvania 6-5000”. We were snuggled in the front seat, covered with a blanket, when from out of behind the screen came an object. The total length looked to be about 3”. It was composed of 4 white lights in a row, then a white light at about a 60 degree angle above the 4, and then 2 more white lights in the same row as the four. It looked like a constellation. 

I rapidly rolled our windows down, it was completely silent. It covered the distance between the multiplex, which was just off of I-25 on the West side of the freeway, to over the Sandia Mountains in less than 10 seconds and it was gone. Multiple movie viewers had gotten out of their cars to see it more clearly. However, my girlfriend at the moment did not see it. Not at all. This being about 1984-85, I couldn’t take a picture with a cell phone, nor did I have a VHS recorder. This would have been a very close range photo.

We finished watching the movie and headed back to our apartment. I tried to nonchalantly quiz her about the object. But she was adamant that she did not see anything at all. Just as we were approaching our apartment complexes parking lot, in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains, a golden orange globe of light hung just above Sandia Peak. As I mentioned this to her, it shot straight up into the clouds. Once again, my relationship was on the way out. 


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Me and you and a ...Silver Disk? Remembering Grand Canyon Memories

After leaving Socorro I played in bands, met the ex, went to Nursing School and led an extremely robust existence. For the 3 years of my first marriage there were no “sightings” just awkward transitions of my body from one space to another.

The first sighting that took place after the divorce was during a trip to the Grand Canyon. I was excited about going as I had always meant to go there, but never really had the chance to do so. 


On the morning of the trip, I was loading up the car preparing for a weekend of relaxation. My girlfriend at the time and I headed out of Albuquerque going West towards Arizona via I-40. Just outside of Grants NM I felt an odd tingling at the back of my neck radiating up over my scalp. 
There, sitting about 11 o’clock in the sky, was a brilliantly reflective disc.


 It was about the size of a match head held at arm’s length. It remained motionless for 30-40 seconds, long enough for my girlfriend to see it just before it shot straight up and out of sight. She looked at me, and I said that these things sort of followed me. She had a hard time resolving what she had just seen.


We made our way thru NM and AZ, winding our way to what I still consider an awe inspiring sight. As the pine trees dropped away and the canyon walls came into view, I felt that tingling once again. I tried in vain to find the source, but I could not.

We made camp at one of the campsites along the Village Loop. We hiked most of the day taking photographs, then went back to set up camp. I had a quickset dome tent, so camp was up and going in no time. After supper, we retired to the tent and got to sleep around 11 p.m.


At 3:00 a.m., on the nose, the inside of our tent was lit up like a light bulb. The light was intense, white. So intense that you could feel the light. Just as suddenly as it was on, it was off. There was not a sound to be heard around the campground, but the tingling sensation was as strong as I have ever felt it.


On the way back from the canyon, we stopped at Barringer’s Crater. I was impressed by the site, but my girlfriend was extremely quiet. Our affair lasted 2 more months after this trip. She felt that she was never quite alone with me. At least that was her excuse.

A Signal from M Mountain and Missing Time.

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This will begin my post-Socorro experiences. They are frequent and continue to occur regularly.

I left NMIMT after graduation in the spring of 1979. 

The band I played in at the time played a farewell performance at the swimming pool. During our rendition of “Whipping Post” I got the strangest feeling along the back of my neck. I looked to the West, and sitting above the M on M Mountain, glinting light , was a lenticular disc. It hovered for about 1 minute and shot straight up and was gone.

The next day I left Socorro.

After leaving Socorro, I felt that I didn’t have the drive to pursue my biology. I worked at several minimal wage jobs and played music. It was a good time in my life. Then I met my ex-wife.

I tried to explain to her about the experiences from Socorro. But her paradigm did not allow such occurrences, therefore she blew me off. Until one night when I was gone for about 20 minutes.

According to my ex-wife, she had fallen asleep rapidly after we had gone to bed. She didn’t remember having any dreams and woke up feeling something was amiss. She rolled over to wake me, and I wasn’t there. Then according to her recollection, she went directly back to sleep. She was awakened when the bed “bounced”, much like I had jumped on it from dresser height. I was now back in bed and still sleeping.

I tell this from her perspective, as I have no recollection of anything, not even dreaming. I must admit at the time I had trouble believing her story, and chalked it up to her dream patterns. 

During my brief marriage to my ex, there were several occurrences of the “bouncing” feeling to the bed after we had gone to sleep. I began to mark these up to having out of body experiences. I’ve had those since I was very young. There were no sightings of craft during the three years we were married. 

That would change after the divorce.

Abduction, Budd Hopkins and a Backward American Flag.

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This will bring the beginnings of my noticing of what was occurring, to a close. Next post will start my post-Socorro life, which has been as interesting to me.

We Continue…

I got the feeling that someone wanted me to walk forward, and I immediately walked up the ramp. 

On either side of the ramp were markings, on my left side was an unknown symbol, which I cannot for the life of me remember. 

However, on the right side was the American Flag. I remember thinking that the star field was in the wrong place. Instead of being in the upper left, it was in the upper right of the flag. Years later I would notice that on aircraft, especially military aircraft, that the star field is on the upper right.

After all of us had entered the craft and were safely belted in, the Earth rapidly fell away from the ship. That is the best explanation as to how it felt. We were able to view the Earth thru the floor getting rapidly smaller.

At this point all went black. I woke up in my bed, just as tired as when I went to bed, 8 hours after I had initially went to sleep. Very reminiscent of how I felt in Socorro, after that first incident.

This left me feeling that I had questions. So I contacted the Intruders Foundation and Budd Hopkins. He felt that I had had some sort of incident and referred me to a female investigator in California by the name of Kathryn McCampbell.

I spoke with her for over 2 hours via telephone. Told her the exact same story that I am telling you now. She felt that I had definitely been abducted. And, due to some extra information, the beginning of the story if you will, from my childhood, she felt that these events probably started shortly after I was born. 

Her concern however was with the apparent military involvement. According to her research at that time the military had been working on using sound to control human response.

I have withheld certain names. Some are dead, and some are just close friends that I would not share without their consent. Make of this story what you will.

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Editor's Note: Why the flag flies backward on military equipment and personnel: This flag is symbolic of the men who used to march into battle with an actual flag. So steady and strong, the flag would blow behind them. On the arms of our soldiers, the flag faces as if being carried into battle, blowing behind them.
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"Something was controlling my motion, and it wasn’t me."

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Let’s pick this up where the last installment left off…. 

Again, this was never again discussed. I have no explanation as to why it was not discussed, but we never discussed it. 


Now let’s jump 15 years in the future. 
I am a Registered Nurse, working the ER in Albuquerque, NM.

I go to sleep one night on my waterbed. 
I immediately fall asleep. 


During the initial dream phase I hear three beep like tones and immediately loose all conscious control of myself. At one time I made my living as a musician, and those three tones I had never heard before or since. After hearing the three tones, in my dream, I get out of my bed. The bed, the room, the furnishings of my dwelling is all exactly the same as they would be in real life. I picked up my clothes, put them on and navigated myself down the hall and out the front door. I walked out to my front gate and waited.

I lived just south of Albuquerque in the township of Peralta, NM. I-25 ran north and south, and connected to me via Hiway 47.

I didn’t wait very long when a long, limo like vehicle pulled up alongside of my fence. 


On the light wells of the front end were American Flags that were rimmed with a yellow/gold tasseling. A uniformed person got out of the passenger side of the front seat and opened the back door. 


The back doors to this vehicle opened like a limo in that they opened reverse of a normal vehicles rear doors. I got into the car. As I got into the car I saw 4 or 5 other folks who looked exactly like I felt. Something was controlling my motion, and it wasn't me. 


The car pulled around and we headed back out of La Sombre Loop, onto Peralta Blvd., onto Hiway 47 and headed north. Just south of Albuquerque we took the first exit possible and headed east. We crossed locked gates, and drove down dirt roads until we stopped. I felt we were on Kirtland AFB property.
 
The vehicle finally stopped, and we were let out. 
An officer-looking gentleman stepped forward with something that looked like a TV changer. He pressed the button, and the best I can describe is the air shimmered.
In front of me, sitting on retractable landing legs, was the exact same craft I had seen in Socorro back in 1975.
 

Missing time........

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Again, we are going to jump approximately one year to 1976.

By this time, my friend and I are roommates. We had a corner room, upper floor of President’s Hall. The date of this occurrence is somewhere between October and November of 1976.

We had bunk beds, and I had been up late studying for an Organic Chemistry exam. So about 2 am, I crawled into the lower bunk and immediately fell asleep. 

My dream began with the craft I saw back the year before, hovering outside our dorm. I was taken thru the wall by a group of small humanoid beings. All I can say is their size, can’t say what their heads looked like, or their eyes, only their stature.

I was “floated” on board that craft, and placed on a metal-like table in the center of a room. The lighting was a greenish, the walls curved slightly, and the table was cold. I could not move a muscle, but I could see these little folk hustling and bustling all around me via my peripheral vision. 

An Eye-like object on a flexible neck extended from the ceiling. The center of the eye was dark red. I could feel panic and would try desperately to wake up. I would only get to total darkness, never awake, and be yanked right back into this situation. 

After an enumerable amount of time, a much taller figure walked into this room, and began going over data. I had the impression that this figure was female and in charge. It looked up from the data, looked at me and said “We’re finished”.

The next thing I know is I hear a loud knocking on my door. I opened it and there was a group of friends, they were worried as I had not made it to class. It was 12 noon.

I let them in, and I was physically exhausted. I felt like I had run a marathon, and apparently looked as badly as I felt. 

My friends asked what the hell was going on, I missed the exam and no one knew where I was. During the “cross examination” my roommate came home. As he came into the room, I had to ask “Was I here when you went to class this morning?” The dream had seemed so very real. He looked and me, “Yes” he said. I asked him if he had physically saw me in bed, and he said, “No, but there was a lump under the covers so I assume that was you.” 

And it could have been, but I don’t sleep under covers because I become hyper claustrophobic.


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Ore House, Tom Snyder, Betty Hill and Friends

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Let’s pick up the story where I left off on the last installment of the blog. 

Again the date is October 23, 1975. As we proceed thru these installments, they will cover a period of time during my tenure at NMIMT and approximately 8-10 years after I left.

I parked the car, we got out and headed back to the Ore House. I desperately wanted to tell someone about this incident. We ran into a group of friends, and when I started to tell them about it, they naturally stated the obvious. We were under the influence of mind-altering substances. We turned around and headed back to my friend’s room to get his roommate and go to the local all night diner for a bite to eat. 

Upon entering the room, my friend’s roommate was watching the Tomorrow Show with Tom Snyder. That night his guest was Betty Hill. As she was showing Tom a bust that she had made from memory of the aliens that had abducted her and Barney, my friend again became very agitated. He ran to where the TV was plugged into the wall, yanked the plug out fiercely enough to dump the TV onto the floor. “This is bullshit, just bullshit!” he screamed at his roommate and ran from the room. 

We went and found him, gathered him up and went to get that bite to eat. He was agitated through out the meal, and only spoke if he as directly addressed. This was totally out of character for him, even under the influence.

After we got back to campus, my friend went to spend the night with his girlfriend. We never  discussed this event ever again. Within 5 years my friend would be dead and the possibility of sharing this with each other was gone forever. 

I spoke with his girlfriend in the early nineties to see if she and my friend had ever discussed this event. I was having some interesting things occur and needed some clarification. She stated that outside of the initial portion of the incident, she and my friend never spoke about that night.

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