My wife and I live in the Santa Monica mountains which is north of Los Angeles. It’s a rural place where coyotes and bobcats can dart across the road and red-tail hawks ride the thermals high above the canyon walls. We were out at Spruzzo’s, the local Italian restaurant, dinning with a friend. I had the spaghetti and meatballs and the wifey had a salad. We had a leisurely dinner punctuated with small talk and laughter. We said good night and walked to our car. Wifey fired the engine and off we went, for yet another trip down Pacific Coast Highway toward Decker Canyon. “Hey what’s that,” Wifey said and there was a bit of an edge in her voice.
“Where,” I asked and shifted in my seat to see where she was pointing. I looked directly in front of us through the front windshield and there, in the sky was a bright light.
“Is that Venus?” Wifey asked.
I looked at it again. The light was very bright and very large. “I don’t think it’s Venus.”
We stared at it for a while longer. The light wasn’t moving. Now Wifey had to focus on the where she was going at 60 miles an hour so she missed this part. While I was looking at the light, a smaller light came from above it and went into the bigger light. “Wow, did you see that?” I asked. “That was incredible, what is that?”
I watched and then it happened. The light began to disappear. It just faded away. One moment it was there and the next it was gone. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “It’s gone,” I shouted. “It just disappeared.” I kept my eyes on the spot where I had last seen it. Maybe it went behind a cloud or something. I thought.
Then, suddenly the light came back on. It didn’t fade in, it just blinked back on with it’s full intensity. “There is again, it’s back.” I pointed to the sky. I watched it for maybe a minute and then it faded away again and was gone. Nothing in it’s place and no cloud cover for it to hide behind.
“It wasn’t a plane because I didn’t see any lights,” Wifey commented.
I agreed it wasn’t a plane. We turned up our canyon road and then off to my left I saw it again. The light just came back on, like somebody pulled a cord, or flipped a switch. “There it is again,” I said. Wifey stopped the car, turned off the lights and I got out. All was quite. I couldn’t hear the sound of a plane or jet. The sky was clear and I could see a canopy of stars above me. The Light suddenly faded out again. I got in the car and finally said. “I think it’s a UFO.” Wifey nodded. We continued up the canyon and when we were almost at the top we saw it again. We stopped the car, and I got out again. Then once again it just faded away. No sound, no flashing lights, no engines, just poof, gone.
A UFO is an abbreviation for, unidentified flying object. What we saw, we could not identify. The strange part for me was seeing the smaller light merge with the larger one and then the larger one fading away to nothing.
When we returned home and retired to bed, I did what I do every night. I prayed over the house. I prayed for protection and asked that the Blood of Jesus, and the angels of God would watch over us.
This is only the second time I have seen something like this, the first encounter was at scout camp when I was around 11 years old. That sighting was in the day time and the craft was a metallic disk. All comments are welcome….
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