UFOs and other flying objects.

[image error]Since I'm too dang sick and brain dead to think of a creative post, I'll relate my close encounter of the..

which is it?  Apparently, according to The UFO Experience, A Scientific Inquiry, I experienced a sub-type of encounter – otherwise known as A Close Encounter of the First Kind.  I saw an unidentified flying object.  And it saw me.  Ooooh…shivers…

I lived in Israel for a year, on a kibbutz at the foot of Mount Gilboa, the mountain where King Saul and and three of his sons were killed in battle.  But I digress, what is pertinent is that it's from the foot of Mount Gilboa that I had my sub-type encounter.

So, picture this…It's midnight.  With my roommate, Ruth, in tow, I hike up to the very foot of Mount Gilboa.  We've been doing this lately because it's dang hot in our stuffy little room.  We like to hang out in the dark at the old swimming pool – way up there on the edge of the kibbutz – because the only light comes from the moon and the stars.  We can skinny dip to our hearts' content and cool off.

On this particular night, there's no moon.  The sky is a velvet black and we can see the entire Milky Way…I swear – one of the most spectacular sights I've ever seen.  After our swim, Ruth and I wrap ourselves in towels and climb up the super high diving platform so we can lie under the stars, relax and dream.

From out of nowhere, we both see this round white light dart across the sky.  And I mean dart.  At first I think, that's gotta be a satellite, except it's traveling awful fast for a satellite.  Then I know it's not a satellite because it comes to a dead stop and retraces it's journey back across the sky, but this time, it zigs and zags like some weird interstellar Frisbee.  In the silence of the night, Ruth and I grab for each other.  I look at her, she looks at me and we both look up.  The round white disc stops directly above our heads, and after only a single second of hesitation, it dives straight for us at an unbelievable, inexplicable rate of speed.

"Move," I hiss, and Ruth and I throw ourselves down the ladder, half falling, nearly killing ourselves getting down.  Screw the towels, we race down the mountainside, naked.  I look over my shoulder and the thing is getting bigger and closer.  The very air around us begins to vibrate.  It feels like my eardrums are about to burst.  Ruth begins to slow, she's not in the same shape I'm in. I grab her hand and pull her along, running as hard as I can.  The ground is rocky and uneven.  There are snakes and scorpions, but who worries about stepping on poisonous snakes when you're about to have an encounter of the potential alien abduction kind?

We reach the edge of the kibbutz and squeeze between two storage buildings.  We crouch there, staring into the sky.  The white, round disk hovers maybe a hundred, two hundred yards above us and then, with an abruptness that leaves both of us stunned, it withdraws, moving directly back up into the sky until it's no bigger than a marble. It turns and speeds off, vanishing behind the mountain.

Hearts pounding, panting from our run, Ruth and I sneak back to our room and we swear to each other that we will never talk about it and that we'll never, ever go back up to the pool at night.  Ever.  Ever.  Ever.

It was several months later that I had the weird experience while working in the chicken farm, the experience I think was the inspiration for my book, Captured.  Of course, remember…I can't remember…my memory was wiped.

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