JAN'S TALES
UFO/A five year olds memory....
(NOTE: The author
writes: "The following story is where a type of gateway was opened to my life, where
paranormal events involving visiting spirits, visions, and dreams became a part
of my life and has continued to stay with me to the present. The paranormal has
become a normal occurrence and is no longer feared to an extent, but respected
and understood. There was a beginning, long ago. An event that I feel triggered
something in my existence to leave my soul receptive to another dimension.")
It was just about 37 years ago, around 1966, and many miles west of St. Louis,
that this wonderful event occurred. A couple that owned a junk yard let my family
live in a very used and old camper trailer behind their house as we were very
poor at the time. I was playing between the trailer and their house with my
German shepherd, Ramma, at my side. The sun was going down but there was still a
beautiful streak of turquoise in the sky as it met with the shades of lavender,
grey and pinks of sleepy clouds.
I was 5 years old at the time, but even now,
years later, the events that followed that evening lay vivid in my memory. I
remember hearing the wind pick up above me, the trees were swaying in circular
motions, and the dogs in the pen (Beagle hounds the owners of the junk yard
raised.) started pacing the fence. Ramma was sniffing up at the air and looking
beyond the tree line. The wind, or what I mistook for the natural wind,
intensified with strength and noise and grew closer to where I was playing in
the dirt. While still sitting on the ground, I used my feet to turn my body
around in a half circle, the bottom of my pants getting quite filthy from the
turning, but normal movement for a child. My blond hair was rushed back behind
me from the steady wind that pulsed all around.
What my eyes beheld will forever
be with me, inside my heart, as the most awesome and beautiful object I've seen
so far in this life time. The craft was huge, wider in length then height, saucer
shaped and appeared to be the width of numerous houses put together, or, at the
time, in a child's mind, my mind, it was as big as the elementary school I
attended. It hovered, seeming to float, and the center of it was a band of
colors that whirled around it in steady motion like a moving belt around it's
waist. It was about 2 acres away from where I sat, or 2 'backyards' away as I
remember repeating back then when retelling the story. The whirling of the
'magical colored belt' seemed to emit a pleasant melody at the same time, and
when the tune slowed, so did the racing of the multicolored lights. From below
the vehicle, which hovered about '2 stories' over the ground below it, a door,
or hatch actually, opened sideways and a great light escaped from the belly of
the craft. What appeared to be a set of stairs made from clear acrylic slowly
began to expand from the light downward. Then, the most extraordinary thing took
place, I heard my name being called to me from the object. Whether it was only
inside my mind or actually being gently called from the craft, I heard my name
being beckoned.
I stood to follow that voice, my dog, Ramma, beside me, she too
was not nervous, or frightened, and we both began our walk towards this object.
Half way there, the woman that owned the junk yard, Pearl, came running up
behind me and swooped me up in her arms, screaming at the same time and firing
her shotgun at the object. I tried to fight her, I wanted down! I wanted to
continue walking towards
it! She dropped me but still had a hold of my collar and was trying to drag me
away, to get back to the house.
I watched the beautiful stairs disappear back
into it's belly, the colored lights speeding up in their race around in a
circle, and felt the wind picking up. When my mom heard the commotion outside
with all the shotgun blasts she came rushing out the back porch of Pearls house
and witnessed the bottom of the craft shoot straight up into the sky like a
rocket and then shoot sideways out of site.
I remember crying for along time
afterwards, with sadness. I remember a lot of white trucks coming out the next
day with a lot of men in white suits, with helmets on. They went over the ground
and
wrecked cars that the vehicle had hovered over with strange instruments, taking
pieces of just about everything and putting them in bags, big bags and small
bags. I remember a man that reminded me of a doctor checking me over and even
Ramma and Pearl.
For days I
waited and watched the skies for it's return. Playing alone, in the dirt with my
dog beside me. Even then, at the age of 5, I felt a connection to it's
existence, it felt like 'wanting to go back home'. Like a baby cries when it's
born, wanting to 'go back' to a spiritual state of safety, love and comfort, I
too had that feeling of wanting to go back to something. Where or what that
'something' is, was something I've searched for ever since. Forever doing
research on religions, the world that was, the world to come, the afterlife,
where the soul comes from and where is it going. Looking for it's original
'home'. Looking for the Creator. Believing that He did not stop with just
creating this planet or this universe. Always knowing there were other
spectacular places in this tremendous expansive realm we call 'outer space'.
Other 'works of art' that the Creator has shaped and formed, other worlds, other
races, other souls.
This was
the beginning of a gateway that was opened up in my life where the paranormal
became a normal occurrence during the rest of my life. The paranormal consisting
of but not limited to, spiritual visits, some of which where very un welcomed,
visions and vivid dreams of things to come.
-Jan Thompson.
