UFO Sighting in Arraijan, on April 30th 1985 – Sphere around 11 foot tall, floating inches off ground on a gradient, on the other side of an 8 foot tall syclone fense built hanging/swing gate, almost unperseptive hum, steamy fog , surrounded by denser fog around a 15 foot area separated from object.

UFO Sighting in Arraijan, on April 30th 1985 – Sphere around 11 foot tall, floating inches off ground on a gradient, on the other side of an 8 foot tall syclone fense built hanging/swing gate, almost unperseptive hum, steamy fog , surrounded by denser fog around a 15 foot area separated from object.

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As many other mornings before being taken off to school, in the city, my brother and i where tasked to walk a distance from the residence in the (finca) farm, where we where growing up along with my mother and her second husband, the walk normally took us no more than minutes to get from the house to the car gate, there was a concrete pillar on one side that was used for looping a heavy chain with a heavy MASTER built padlock, we kept 3 Doberman Pincher dogs, for protection and companionship, none that came to greet us or escort us as they usually did (trained), this one time, i remember the air being heavy to breathe as my brother and i approached the gate, we did so without even noticing the orb, as if it was not there, the first we noticed the thing, it was already there, as if it had been there all along, at least it is the feeling i'v had every time I recall that morning, my brother reacted like a flurry, first it was surprise, an expression of startle, then his movements became fractioned to my field of vision, as if he was moving so fast that my eyes could barely register at frames per seccond, like a hummingbird, i was turning to see what he was doing, when i turned, feeling what i can only describe now as an adult as some kind of fractioned time spurts like a badly working high speed shutter, I turned and i saw a creature of pure beauty and symmetrical endowed perfection, the image that later in my teens would become my ideal image of a woman. the only human i have ever seen with nearly identical features is the actress Liv Tyler, tho her hair was longer and wavy, thin, yet obedient, wore a seamless suit, not skin tight, but form fitting, her voice came to me clearer than sound, as if to my mind instead, it was soft, and delight is the only way to describe my memory of her, maybe what he saw was different, because his was an expression of pure shock and awe, followed by his usual Olympian speed (marathon runners, martial arts since age 5) tho while i was mesmerized, he only traveled about 4 to 5 feet, and seemed to move yet i could not see him getting away from me at all, the gate we where standing at measured around 7 feet tall by almost 15 or more wide, cyclone fence welded to L frame metal held up my a pole on welded indistrial hinges, and the opposite side assisted by a thick guide wire , to pull and protect the build from sagging, on the business end was a square pillar 2 foot by 2 foot by about 7.5 or 8 feet, not ornate, the thing was heavy, gravity pulled it open and allowed to be closed by effort to swing it close again without incredible, but considerate effort on our part, (task to teach us teamwork) At the point my mind absorbed the fact that a stranger was looking and talking to us, i remembered my mother's words about talking to strangers, as i remembered those words the woman in the metallic clothing, her voice whispered into my mind to not be afraid, but my fear was already in gear, not because of her, but of what the punishment might be for allowing a stranger to approach the property and so freely speak to us (overly strict childhood) We feared my stepfather more than any childhood imagined monster or movie could conceive, as my heart lept in panic, i felt my body release the hold that frozen me in place with warm delight, the padlock that i held the key for, not only opened by itself and buckled making the chain fall limp, but the U shaped lock section, came completely undone from the lock block, and again i felt the words don't go/fear, my recollection fails me after this point, it becomes spotty and fractioned, i remember running behind my younger brother, feeling like our lives might depend on how fast we could muster speed to return to our parents, fear feeding my speed, making every muscle explode in pain and effort, while my brother's image flashed on and off in front of me like a blur, hot, cold, then hot again, when we returned to the residence i realized i was much farther behind than my younger brother, my mother and stepfather, had been waiting for us, they asked us what took us so long, which it took years for me to understand what that question might mean (lost time?), After that even, my mother tried several ways to make us explain what we saw, my brother shut in, still today his recollection of childhood events is spotty, where as for me my memory of those times is acute, im cursed with flashback like events, several times after that, my mother and i would be late sitting on the swing, talking about reader's digest articles and we see strange lights, one time a small light traveling faster than anything EVER! leaving no lines, and with no flash, made a 90 degree turn without loosing any speed before disappearing apparently outbound(up), at first i thought it was a shooting star, as we watched it and i made a wish, it veered direction, my mother gasped and we very fast like went indoors, i understood the concept of UFO, at age 12, not because of the movies. there was all manner of silent floaters in the night sky in the Republic of Panama, west of the now closed Howard Air Base in Panama. my brother refuses to speak of the things he has seen even today. Of course, i tried tell our parents, my mother tried, my stepfather ridiculed us and put us through corporal punishment for making up stories, my grandmother advised to try to forget, or i would go insane, im 39 years old now, talking about something that happened between 10 and 12, im haunted, every time i watch Ancient Alines and Hangar one, because i feel i have a story to add, but have kept it closed, for fear of ridicule and financial ruin, im still as afraid as ever, each key stroke here is done with my heart hanging on my throat.

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