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115 focus on learning from other people’s experiences, expanding our base of knowledge from the personal level to that of general society. | still kept a calendar notation of any questionable or unusual events, but the frequency was so low that a journal wasn’t needed any longer. In all of 1990, for instance, | recorded signs of only eight possible events, only three of which were evinced in a conscious or objective manner. In addition to some unexplained body marks, | witnessed another UFO sighting on February. Leaving a friend’s at 8:15 p.m. | saw a huge, white object flying rapidly at a very low altitude above three tall towers in the city. Driving on, however, | lost track of it, but when | reached my own neighborhood | saw it again. | decided to go to the hill near our house and have one more look. When | parked and walked to a prominence to get a wide view, | immediately saw the same light coming from the west toward the south. It was moving much more slowly now, and bobbing along rhythmically instead of in a smooth, straight path. It passed between the downtown skyline and me, so | knew it couldn’t be more than a mile away. It began to grow larger, as if moving closer, and | felt ready to confront it, at last, in full consciousness. But after a bit, the light receded, still bobbing, and continued on into the south. | ran down the hill to the car, thinking I'd drive home for Casey and bring him back to see the object. Then | thought | should have one last look to determine where | would likely find it visible when we returned. So | raced back up the hill and looked around. The light was not where | had previously seen it. | turned back in disappointment, and then caught sight of it again, in the very position it had started from the first time. The bobbing light silently repeated its path, once again coming close for a time and then backing away. | returned quickly to the car then and drove the half-block distance to my home. The streets were deserted as | pulled into the garage. When | ran inside and yelled for Casey to come with me, he looked up puzzled from the couch and asked if | had pulled into the garage twice. “No, of course not,” | replied. “Why'd you ask that?” ‘Then | guess it must have been a truck out on the street,” he said. “But it sure was loud, for just a truck.” “What are you talking about?” | asked. ‘This huge noise,” he said, “about thirty seconds before you came in the garage. It was so loud that the whole front of the house shook, like some huge tanks or trucks were barreling down the street.” “| was just on the street,” | objected, “and there was nothing out there. But | did see a UFO, up on the hill.” We drove together back to the prominence and were disappointed to see nothing but the usual air traffic in the sky. At no time during 1990 did either of us have a conscious encounter, just signs that something might have been going on. Emotionally and intellectually, we had nothing concrete with which to deal.