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117 so hard to penetrate. The period of no unusual activity, however, came to an end with a bang on the morning of October 13. | was sitting at the coffee table working on Ted’s material, when a large ball of white light appeared and exploded right in front of me, less than four feet away. There was no noise, so | realized | hadn’t merely seen a reflective flash from an explosion. Five minutes later, a noise did occur, a very loud, pounding noise that slammed against the kitchen wall with a house-shaking thump. My dogs started up, barking, and we ran to the kitchen door to see what had happened. The garage doors were closed and locked, however, with nothing out of the ordinary in sight. My immediate response was a feeling that this was an announcement of some sort, a declaration of a renewed presence. And from past experience | could recognize the “feel” of this intrusion. There was no fear or anger in my mind, just a complete determination to face whatever would come next. That proved to be a UFO sighting. On October 27, at 7 p.m., our neighbors phoned to say they’d been watching a UFO for the past ten minutes and wanted us to come out for a look. | had dinner cooking just then, but Casey and a visiting friend raced up the road, in time to watch an odd orange-red orb of light disappearing behind the tree line. The neighbors said they saw the orb change colors from white to orange, and that at one point a solid-looking beam of light emerged and moved around before retracting back into the UFO as it moved away. Since this event was multiply witnessed, we didn’t feel it was “aimed” at us. UFO sightings are surprisingly frequent in central Arkansas, and they are often seen by multiple witnesses. This sighting, although momentarily exciting, was oddly unaffecting. If this sighting report had come from someone else, | would have recognized the pacified response, but it’s much harder to analyze oneself than someone else. The next month, as | started a dusk stroll up the drive, | had my most bizarre UFO sighting to date. And again | experienced a sedated reaction. In absolute silence, a large, rectangular craft soared over my mother-in-law’s cottage, which is thirty feet from our house, just above treetop level. My first response was exhilaration, and | started to run up the drive to follow it. But its speed, while not startling, was fast enough that the craft was soon out of sight, blocked by the tall, thick trees on our property. | observed it long enough to get a clear picture, though. It reminded me of a train boxcar in length and width, although not quite as tall, and it looked metallic-brown. The bottom of the craft had an indentation or bar across the middle, with a large amber light at each end. Four more amber lights marked each corner of the rectangular object, for a total of six lights. Within a matter of seconds, my exhilaration disappeared along with the craft, and instead of racing inside to get Casey, | just began to stroll again. When | did go back in, | told him of the sighting and that | hadn’t had time to notify him before the craft flew off. My natural excitement and curiosity felt artificially suppressed, so much so that | didn’t even make a notation of the sighting on my calendar. In fact, it simply faded from my memory for almost two weeks before | suddenly remembered it again. After experiencing this response several times, | am now convinced that it is externally imposed and thus denotes outside contact of a very real nature. At the time, however, | was unconcerned. My friend Brenda was in the midst of much more overt alien intrusions in her home, and they seemed more important than the few things we’d experienced ourselves. Besides, as |’d decided earlier, it would take