The loss of time and Close Encounter of the 1st Kind...

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright and not a single cloud in the sky. The sky was a bright crystal blue. The air was crisp and clean and very fresh, filling a young boy’s heart with energy to run and play. I was about seven years of age and I had not moved to Germany yet.

However that day was left to experiencing the moments from the passenger seat of my Grandmothers car. She was busy and I was left to her attention and all the errands she had set, to complete that day.

We had accomplished half of her tasks and made a pit stop back at her home. We pulled into the drive way and I politely begged for some moments to shoot some hoops and she agreed and said you have only an hour before we have to hit the road again.

So we entered the home from the side car port area; inside where I grabbed the basketball and headed to the center of the half court driveway. She opened the kitchen window and I could see her shadowy figure begin to wash some dishes. I began to slowly dribble the ball and looking at the pavement I began to contemplate a shot. Bounce~ bounce ~bounce and then… This huge shadow engulfed the entire area. The ball stopped cold in both of my hands as I froze staring at the orange dimples and black lines, past the ball and on to concrete drive way of grey and black of well washed oil drops.

The sudden darkness left me totally motionless and with a dilemma decision of whether to look up and examine what had blocked the sun out, so utterly above my head. Through my peripheral vision I could still see the shiny sun reflecting green grass from the neighbor’s yard only 20 feet away. But my goal was to break my fear and look straight up above to the source of this dark shadow. I closed my eyes and lifted my head upward to the sky and then forced my eyes open quickly.

Above the house and back board hoop was a silent twirling piece of machinery. Around the twirling wheel was stationary metal mechanics all one giant machine perched and suspended in the air just above my grandmothers house. I can only describe it’s workings as the most gigantic Norelco shaver head known to mankind. It was vibrating and moving but was making no sound at all.

Now my head and neck were stuck in the opposite direction desperately wanting to look away but couldn’t. So I did the same thing. Closed my eyes and quickly looked down.

Upon opening my eyes and seeing all things were apparently back to normal. Sun shining on the glittering sparkles in the concrete pavement driveway. The basketball was now again, a brilliant orange with the shiny black lines that spiral around all vividly in my present reality.

My grandmother suddenly shouted from the window… times up kiddo we got to get things done.

I gasped inside. I couldn’t have been out side for more than 10 min. I never even shot the ball. A whole hour had passed me by in few blinks of an eye. What was it that I saw? Where did it go? Where did the hour go? I don’t know…

My band mate and friend, Bass player Tim Hoyt often asks me to recite this occurrence in my life. We have gone over various scenarios and other possibilities. Could it have been an eclipse? No because I saw the machine. Could it have been some sort of epileptic seizure? I guess but I’m not an epileptic. Unless only when phenomenal things occur. Have I ever done hypnotic regression, no because I’m not really tormented by the occurence and I have never known anyone with that kind of skill that I could really trust. Do I think anyone else could have seen this? Yes of course, but my grandmother didn’t have a clue about what had just happen. I waited for her to mention something but she never did. I kept the happening to myself for years until I met Tim with whom I felt comfortable enough to share it with. After I met Tim we began to gather with various people of similar interests and paranormal happenings. Of course year’s later television would expand in day to day realities of other public testimony on UFO and Ghost occurrences in their lives. This is one of mine; in regard to what I believe was a UFO and loss of time experience.

Michael Flynn copyright ©2006

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