Page Content (OCR)
99 Black Helicopter, Round 3. May 10, 2003. Tom was now currently en route back to Florida, from Iowa. I had gone for a walk on (Fort Lauderdale) beach, and there had been a police/patrol helicopter flying up the coast, over the water. I thought about my black helicopter sighting from earlier in the week and compared the two helicopters, noting the differences in colors and body styles. I was focused heavily on the black helicopter incident almost as if expecting to see another, even though I’d never had such an experience at a beach of all places. I went back to my car as if I were going to leave but then remembered...Hey, the point of me coming here was to go for a walk AND read my book afterwards on my beach chair. So, I grabbed my beach chair out of the trunk and headed back out to the sand and set everything up. I had just finished applying some sun tan oil and was settling in with my book when I heard another helicopter coming up the beach, from my left. Before even looking up, I knew. I recognized the sound of it, or else picked up on its frequency. Sure enough, approaching slowly up the beach was an all black, unmarked, glossy helicopter with black tinted windows. It was barely over the water line, pretty close to the sand where the people were sitting. But nobody seemed to notice it. As it approached where I was sitting it slowed down noticeably. I fixated on it as it passed by, thinking over and over to myself, “Come on...come back...come back...show me what you’re made of...come back...come back...come on, show me what you’re made of show me what you’re made of...” Over and over. By “show me what you're made of,” I was referencing the ability for them to read my thoughts. There was no fear, only me daring them with this manic, giddy glee. And so they did. The black helicopter immediately stopped, swung tightly around to the left in a U-turn, and did an even slower fly by right over where I was sitting. I stared up at them, still fixated. At this point I felt a little fear, I admit it. Partly I couldn’t believe that they really could read my mind, and partly I was surprised that they responded, and did what I asked. I was like, Whoa, holy shit...! Uh...yeah, okay... They continued their super slow fly by, and again, nobody around me seemed to notice it at all. Finally when it was far enough away it picked up speed and took off at a regular pace up the beach, and was gone. So, two black helicopter sightings in one week. This was the gone. Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e