After years of being distracted by work and marrige.I was needing to get out of Waltham Ma and head to a smaller town.I still needed to keep my job at Raytheon Research. So I took a drive down route 2 heading west to seek a piece of property to buy.I was at my limit of a hour.And went down Barre Rd in Hubbardston Ma.Total population 1500 people.Trees woods and water everywhere. I said this is it.I saw signs saying land for sale.12 acres 10 thousand dollars.To make the story short.I bought the land and then shortly after built a log home from a kit.On the weekends my nephew 7 years younger then me at the time.He was 19.He would come up and help me build.At night we would go out looking at the sky and stars.I then had read a article in the news paper of Betty Hill.It was talking of Betty and the writer of the paper went to interview her.Just to see how she was doing now.It had been almost 20 years since her experience. I got a idea in my head.That the following friday night even though now it was winter.That me and my nephew should take a drive to North Conway N.H.Why there I did not know at the time.My nephew showed up on friday and off we went.It had been cold and the drive was about 4 hours.I had told my nephew of my experiences.Did not know if he really believed me.I said to him.The ETs will know we are going to look for them.And they will show up.As we got to North Conway. It was almost 11pm I got off the highway and started looking for a lonely road.There was snow all over the place.But very few houses on this road.Suddenly from the left a ball of white light went right by the front of my car.I jambed on the breaks sliding to a stop.I was yelling did you see that.My nephew said where did it go.I said into those woods.We got out looked in the direction the light went.Nothing.We got back in the car.I said they know we are here.We need to find a place to park.I drove around and saw a plowed out area that looked like state trucks would park if doing highway plowing.There were no trucks but it was plowed.I said lets drive in there and pull next to a pile of snow.It was now almost midnite.I said I doubt in this weather and this late state cops will be out.But we need not for a cop to ask us what we are doing this far from home.So I pulled in and then started to back up next to a mound of snow.I had the window open.It was freezing out.As I backed up I heard voices.They were more like high pitched childrens voices speaking a language I could not understand. I said to my nephew just freaken great.Someone is out there.He said no way.I said I heard them.He said I did not hear
anything.I parked I said lets get out anyways and look.We opened our doors.And my nephew said.I heard it.I said I do not see anything or anyone.I said lets walk over to the woods in front of
us.We got about 50 feet from the car and heard a humming sound.I whispered what is that.But it sounds like its coming from back at the car.I said lets check.We got to the car.But humming was coming from beyond the car now.I said lets walk over there.Then suddenly there was a pop right to our left.I whispered hear that.Then again pop from the right of us.Then pop
pop pop pop.The popping surrounding us.I said whispering its them.They know we came looking for them.Then the humming started but a little louder.It was coming from a little drop down surrounded by trees.I said to my nephew they are down there.I then got bold.I said in a normal speaking voice.Why are we whispering. They know we are hear.I looked down at where the humming was coming from.And yelled come on out.My nephew also being bold now yells ya come on out.In that second a bright flash of light shot straight up in the air and was gone.I had a empty feeling in my stomach. Like I did something very wrong.My nephew even said he felt awful.We drove back to my house.Getting home around 530 in the morning.Did not even talk of what happened.We both were to depressed to talk .
Third known experience.
About the Author: Wayne
Have been a experiencer for now over 52 years.I have been threw what I call high anxiety testing.In the beginning it was awful.Only because at the time.I did not know what was going on.But now that it is over.And I know why it happened. I am thankful. And am glad it happened. It not about me It is about the ETs and what was nessesary for them to do to me.To have my relationship.be as it is now.No dream state just awake and met my ET contact I name Botl..
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Wayne….
The first time I saw a UFO, it was in our backyard. And in a funny way, it was also related to the Betty and Barney Hill story. I would like to find that original article in LOOK Magazine. It was 1966 and I was 14 years old. I was babysitting my two nieces ages 5 and just 4. After playtime and a snack I put them in for a nap. And I started going through my brother and sister-in-laws magazine collection. I ran across the story of Betty and Barney Hill in LOOK. I was fascinated but I remember thinking that the story must be fictional. I also remember thinking, “I don’t think magazines are allowed to print stories like this if it’s not made up.” I was also intrigued that the couple was a mixed-racial couple. I also didn’t think that was allowed but I was so glad about that for some reason. My cousin Melody was the only one I knew who had a black boyfriend, but I just figured it was okay in Pennsylvania.
Anyway, some short time after this, I was in my living room at home and I was watching television. My mother was taking one of her marathon baths. Suddenly, the TV went all haywire. Static and snow. I checked all 5 available channels (in those days) and they, too, were all snowy and full of static. There was no reason for the problems with the tv There wasn’t a storm. It wasn’t even raining, not even a little.
Then I remembered the article about Betty and Barney Hill, for some reason. And I wondered if there was a spaceship nearby. I got up and went out to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I could still hear Mother splashing around in the tub. As I drank my water down, and as my head was tilted back, I thought I saw something in the backyard. I put the glass down, and there in our backyard, hovering around 30 feet above the ground, was something that looked like the Goodyear blimp. It was gray. I didn’t see any lights whatsoever. It was just this big, motionless, blob in the backyard. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I wasn’t scared at all. I was kind of happy. Then suddenly the television came back on and my attention to the big blob was interrupted. I quickly turned my head around to see that the tv was back on and when I looked back into the yard, the spacecraft was gone. This happened 3 times that night.
I tell this in more detail on my Veronica’s Whisper page, but this is the gist of it.
But, Wayne, I want to ask you something about your experience with your nephew. You mention the popping noises. Can you describe more what they sounded like? Mary Rodwell recently did a hypnosis regression with me and for the entire time we were engaged in the session we hear these clicking and popping noises and some sounds that just sound other-worldly. A lady who follows me on my Veronica’s Whisper page viewed the regression I did and she commented that she had a video of her little granddaughter where she heard similar popping noises that were present in my regression. It has ended up being a topic of quite a bit of conversation.
Thanks for posting.
Blessings,
Kim
Yes Kim the popping sounds are like making almost a fist.But not tight. To have a hole as if you were holding something about a inch in diameter. But actually holding nothing.Then taking your other hand opened and slapping it on top of the cupped hand.If you do it right.You will hear a pop.That is what it sounded like.Also other sounds were of them talking.Children have a higher pitched voice then it goes away as people become adults.That childrens tone is what I heard with my nephew. And then again years later at Barre Falls Dam in the woods with my friend Scot one night.Same high pitched voices.Speaking some kind of language I could not understand More of sounds then a language.