Like many others, my interest in UFOlogy began with an anomalous childhood experience that triggered a lifelong ontological & philosophical journey. Seeking the deeper meaning of consciousness, life, the universe, and our existence within it.
These ‘pierce the veil’ moments often leave us wanting more. For astronaut Dr. Edgar Mitchell, it was his famous “Field Consciousness” moment on his way back from the Moon. This is my moment, my experience. I’m not sure what to make of it – and I’m certainly NOT claiming that I experienced something specifically paranormal. But the high strangeness of it all has stayed with me for years; eventually I couldn’t ignore this feeling that some other esoteric truth was escaping me.
It was 1995, in a quiet wooded suburb of Washington D.C sometime in the middle of the night. I heard a rumbling and then a clatter by my desk, across from my bed. I was in the 3rd grade, and as a recent immigrant to the States, I made it a point of pride to do as well or better than the other kids in my class, and I had a big test in the morning. I was annoyed by the noise, and with only my parents around, I was sure one of them needed some scotch tape, a piece of paper, or some other supply I kept in my desk. I groggily opened my eyes and what I saw still lingers in my psyche to this day.
I made out a shadow of a human or humanoid, who froze immediately upon my stirring. He turned its head to me but I couldn’t make out any features whatsoever. It was about 5 feet tall. Completely black, enveloped in shadow, with a large ovalish head.
“Dad, whatever you need, you can get it in the morning, please, I need to sleep.” I complained. In my head, it had to be my dad – even if I knew he was taller, who else could it have been? ‘I’m half asleep, I must be half dreaming’ I thought to myself, I’m sure he’ll tell me it was him in the morning. I didn’t think twice about it, I just turned back around and went back to sleep.
In the morning, I found out my Mom had heard odd noises and woken up my Dad to look around the house. He got up and looked around, found a broken window, and called the cops. He said he peaked his head in to make sure I was ok, but never went in my room. And to our knowledge nothing was missing. So I don’t think the cops even filed a report.
I was very confused. Was it an intruder? Normal robbery gone wrong when my Dad woke up? Probably. Logic dictates; Occam’s Razor and all that.
But I cannot deny what my brain is telling me my eyes experienced: an image of a 5 foot being with a large round oval head, completely black, featureless, slowly turning its head toward me. That will sit with me forever. I only wish I had had the wherewithal to have engaged it directly.
That was the hook for me. The next day I immediately went to my little elementary school library in a state of mental frenzy, demanding that the Adult Powers That Be help me hunt down books to explain exactly what I saw.
I’m still on that hunt today.