[This is not the alien that I saw. I was too caught up in the moment to whip out my cellphone camera, so please forgive me. I know that as an amateur paranormal investigator I have broken every cardinal rule by not capturing my experience. I will never forgive myself.]
Today began tamely enough. Nothing terribly exciting was scheduled–nothing at all was scheduled, actually. I slept in luxuriantly, relishing in an extensive bout of sleep, gorged myself on imported peanuts and homemade sesame bread, and took great pleasure in lounging about the house. Then I slathered myself with sunblock and decided to go for a nice long walk in the sunshine. My father joined me, as he is trying to get his health in shape for a checkup next week.
So off we went, chatting and throwing stones at stop signs–because I guess that’s what men do when they’re out and about on country roads. I usually go alone and pick wildflowers and sing show tunes…sometimes I skip. Anyway, we were walking down the road, just looking at the things [Holla at the Absolutely Fabulous reference!], and were approaching the homestead when my father pointed towards the field and said, “Hey, Ben, look at that.”
I followed his finger and saw a bright white ball of light quickly moving down the fence. At first I thought it was the headlights of a four wheeler or somebody wearing a helmet, but as we watched, the ball of light was too smooth, it didn’t deviate on its path. We watched as it suddenly dipped down and disappeared from view. It was bizarre. I jokingly said, “Maybe it’s a will-o’-the-wisp,” and smiled.
Then, the ball of light reappeared and came further down the fence. It was bright white with an almost orange hue. All of a sudden, it changed its course and went straight up. When the ball of light wasn’t in front of anything but sky, it looked like a dark grey disk with a white halo, but when it was in front of the trees, it appeared like a ball of white light again.
We watched, fascinated, as the light moved towards the trees and then flew right into the middle of a tree where it disappeared.
Dad and I looked at each other and immediately began speculating. We thought at first that it was a balloon, but there was no wind whatsoever–in fact it was the calm before a rather enormous thunderstorm and the light seemed to move of its own volition anyway. In addition, the size of the light never changed. From the moment we saw it to the second it disappeared, it was the exact same size. Logically, it should have become smaller the further it went from us, but that was not the case.
When we finally got close to the house, we jumped down into the ditch and hurried towards the tree. I looked all around, but there was nothing to be found. There was not a trace of anything out of the ordinary, nothing inorganic, nothing but wild raspberries and fallen sticks. At that moment, I will admit that I was frightened. It didn’t make sense, and it seems that human beings are afraid of things they don’t understand.
But my terror soon left me and I immediately became curious. The paranormal world has always held a tremendous fascination for me. All my life I have been in curious situations. I’ve seen ghosts, heard mysterious music, seen other balls of light inside my home, had moments of psychic ability, etc. Because of my experiences, I have researched these phenomenon, so I knew a bit about what it could have been.
It could be ball lightning, it could have been a ball of gas, it could have been a balloon, it could have been any number of things, but this didn’t follow rational laws of nature that I knew. It had a mind of its own. I don’t think I’m anthropomorphizing the light, but being a fallible human, there is always the chance of that and I will always be the first to assent to that potential flaw. While I don’t put that out of the realm of the possible, I have a strong gut feeling that this was something potentially paranormal.
I had heard of orbs of light, in fact I’ve seen them as I’ve said before, but I’ve never seen them outside or really heard of them being in the outdoors. The only time that I had ever heard of balls of light like this is in cases of crop circles. In fact, this fit the scenario perfectly.
This video is the best example I could find of what I saw. Our orb was solo and much slower, but it exhibited the same characteristics.
Later in the afternoon, my hermano, Jose, came out to spend some time on the farm with us. I decided to head out into the field with him before the storm broke, so we hurried along the fence and found nothing. Well, that wouldn’t be completely honest. There were the remains of an aluminum balloon. I was crushed when I saw it, but a few moments later I realized that it could not have possibly been the balloon that I had seen earlier. The remains of the balloon were buried in the dirt near where we had seen the ball of light begin. If it had been the balloon, it wouldn’t be there. There were no circles in the crops and no further evidence of the orb–only the memories of my father and myself to validate the happening. We both saw it, though, and our reports are identical.
For the rest of my life, I will wonder what it is that I saw this afternoon zooming along our cornfield.