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Whatever it was, it made no sound and remained stationary. Something else was out of character with me tonight, my emotions. That was clearly a UFO up there in the sky. Not just a disappointing weather balloon but an actual unidentified flying object spotted for the first time. Why wasn’t I jumping with anticipation and my excitement uncontrollable over this lifelong interest that was finally revealing itself to me that night? The Programmers held the reins again, restraining my emotions and making the scene appear like a dream. One faculty that they did allow me tonight was at least some of my awareness. I clearly knew that the craft up there was unclassified and simply shouldn’t have been there. It didn’t resemble any craft flown by the British military and had no place in our flying zones. It couldn’t have been mistaken for the “helicopter” my parents claimed to have seen that night or resemble anything my naked eyes were used to seeing. The craft was alien and my knowledge of that didn’t cause a stir. I remember the outline or shape of the craft being similar to a boomerang although shorter and more compact. Its colours pulsated and changed, white and then yellow, mutating into a brilliant red and finally to a rich green. This colour sequence repeated whilst the craft remained there engulfed in a hazy mist. Probably the most memorable thing about this sighting was that the object’s light was not particularly bright, yet it was a painful effort to look directly at it. It should have been no more intense to the eye than a distant night view of traffic lights but it felt like a spotlight being shone straight at me. I could only look directly at it in brief periods, similar to the way you might try to look at the sun on the horizon. One thing occurred to me about this object: it was also aware of me. This probably justified my feelings of being watched. Whether this was a living thing or it had a pilot, it knew I was there and it could have homed right in on my mind. In fact, that was the other aspect I felt when looking up at this strange body, what if a particular communion was going on, the same type I had experienced with nature recently? I noticed I was losing track of everything else around me, the fireflies were gone and so was the oneness I felt with the environment. So many external factors had been blocked out. The presence of this craft caused a thick atmosphere as if the scene had moved under water. I kept looking away due to the unexplainable ferocity of the craft’s light but fascination insisted I keep glancing back much to the strain of my eyes. I couldn’t keep still and had to move around. Even the sound of my footsteps 4B