My UFO Story

I  am a Christian and I have my beliefs. I would rather be safe than sorry than to question my God. But 2 things have happened to me in my lifetime that has changed and morphed my life in a route I would rather have not wanted to go. I have seen 2 unidentified flying objects. I feel very close, protected and open about the subject, so sharing my story is not scary for me in any aspect. It just baffles me that now I have seen something that didn’t belong to my way of normal thinking or via nature and progression thus I feel compelled to share my simple experiences with these two encounters.

About 12 years ago, my family was camping in Oakridge, Oregon about 1 hour east of Eugene (Home of the Ducks - UofO). It was 11:00 AM on a Saturday and all morning the firefighters were filling their tanks with water from the stream we were camping near. We were assured that we were safe from the fire so we stayed for the holiday weekend. As we all just started thinking about making lunch, my father was looking at the blue sky and not really paying attention to anyone. Then he said something that shifted my focus from the norm. “What the hell is that?”

Immediately, my brothers, grandfather and some friends looked up to where my father was looking. We saw nothing. Most just went back to what they were doing but my imagination wanted more than just a tease. I convinced him to show me what he has been looking at for the last 10 minutes. Finally, after pointing to a tree branch to locate the exact point of reference, I saw what appeared to be a metal acorn shaped vessel that was hovering in the blue sky and not moving at all. It looked like someone painted it there permanently. For the next half hour, I watched it, never flinching until suddenly it disappeared like the last cookie at Thanksgiving. We all eventually saw within that half hour after I showed everyone where it was. We all agreed it was weird but no one took it serious.

A few years later, I was living in the Portland Metropolitan area and my band just finished a gig in Aloha, a residential suburb outside of Portland. After the show, I drove my girlfriend home to her house in the Rock Creek area off of Sunset Highway. I dropped her off at around 3:00 AM and proceeded to drive home. As I left the housing district and proceeded down a main road, I saw something out of my left corner sight and stopped my Jeep. I woke up like I was just thrown into a freezing lake without my permission.

Directly in front of me and hovering over a farm field with a few new homes built there on land (now all homes and no field) was what I have seen on TV, books and magazines. A classic saucer (cigar) shaped craft slowly spinning counter clockwise while moving forward at about 2 miles an hour over this field and new housing district. It had the typical lights of colors around the Saturn ring of it and looked just like the vehicles on the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind, yet this craft was not as blurry. I could see it plain and pure because the moon was out in full force that night. It was creepy. It blew my mind. I had no control over any common sense or reasoning. I was looking at something that did not belong and we did not invite. It felt wrong and sickened my stomach.

I think I stared at it for at least a good 10-20 seconds maybe sooner (stop right now and count to 20 seconds – that’s a long time to be looking at something weird) before I realized I did not want to be near that thing and within a flash, I was driving away from it doing at least 90 miles an hour never looking back breaking every law of road travel I could imagine. Then within a minute, I noticed a couple loading camping gear into their Subaru looking as if they were getting an early start and I slammed on my breaks. I can only imagine them still to this day talking about that psycho in the Jeep. As soon as I was clear to yell, my window was rolled down and I screamed at the top of my lungs breaking a blood vessel in my forehead, “Get the F### out of here, there’s a UFO right behind us!” Then I peeled out drove off further panic driving calling my girlfriend on my cell and driving with the other hand. To this day she still doesn’t believe me.

So now, I live in Central Oregon and my eyes are focused directly on the skies and on the internet trying to find answers to a mystery that may never be solved in my lifetime while questioning my faith and common sense. I fly in jets and stare awaiting for my next close encounter yet disappointed in finding nothing. I tell my story to friends and family and they look at me like I am one good liar needing attention.

For the life of me, all I can think about is this – if it is a fact that we humans have built a ship like the one I saw here in the United States, I honestly feel we would not be fighting 4 year old wars with old technology and using 40 year old antiquated stealth machines. We would use what I saw to be the leader of the free world. No one would touch us if America built that saucer. No one! So I ruled out it was a human built machine. I thought about the common sense and reasoning behind this and it would be stupid to hide that technology if we could use it to save lives.

It is completely and totally not fair that I saw this because that incident has changed my life in some degree of negativity. I would rather have lived my life in a naïve shelter bubble believing the world is flat and God is one God and always has been. Yet, I am tormented with ideas, thoughts and conspiracies that have corrupted my way of reason therefore I question everything without hesitance about existence and purpose. I also have an overwhelming sense of negative pride towards nonbelievers so bad that I question their intelligence when approached with the phrase, “We are alone in the Universe”. I want to strangle them, and I am a non-aggressive passive man.   

I hope my encounters let people feel a little better about themselves for seeing something like this or have something in common with me. It’s not an easy thing to handle for anyone in a situation like that. The closest feeling to what I saw would match that of hearing about a loved one who has passed away.  FEAR, HELPLESS & ALONE.