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Circles were. ee "Unable to tell if this dark orange; id —S> J =o t¢é fo. yas ae se of appeared soli t ight (gaseous) or and emitted a le@ee 6. luminescent solid.” diffused, pale . orange light. Bene aN ™ vy ~~ “Actual colour was a pale, luminescent blue, somewhere between baby blue and aqua." Sketch by Bill Chalker, as published in International UFO ee scale of person to object Reporter, SepvOct 1994, of the “This line ol have been convex 8th August 1993 object. Based instead of concave." 7 on Kelly Cahill’s drawing. - be explained in the following pages.) “Look at it, Andrew."” The journey from the mountains to our house in Gippsland takes "I can see it, Kelly. I can see it." approximately one and a half hours. To my way of reasoning, that “Oh my God, I don't believe it. What are you going to do?" still leaves over an hour that cannot be accounted for. “What do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to keep on dri Of this missing time I have a total conscious recollection of an ving.” estimated ten minutes, which I will relate to you in Chapter 5. For "T don't believe it, Andrew, we're really going to see a UFO." now, to avoid confusing the issue, I will only give you an account By all logical reasoning it was not supposed to be happening, of what we both consciously perceived to occur that night. yet it was—it really was! My heart was pounding; the excitement was like a surge of electricity pulsating through me. There was a 8TH AUGUST 1993 heightened sense of sharpness to my perceptive awareness, and the awe I was feeling left me speechless. The evening traffic had all but come to a standstill. Not many The next thing I remember was, although still sitting in the car, people traversed the mountains late at night and we were poten- my heartbeat was relaxed and the flow of adrenalin which had tially the only car on the road. been coursing through my veins was non-existent, It was not Heading down the hills between Belgrave and Fountain Gate, humanly possible for the body's chemical reaction to just disap- we were surprised to spot an unusual object hovering above the _ pear within a split second. One minute I had been awestruck, then road at approximately twice the treetop height. It was an estimat- _ within the blink of an eye—nothing. It was this lack of hormonal ed four to five hundred metres in front of us, a spectacle of orange _ activity that made everything seem so uncanny. lights on the bottom half with a glassy appearance reminiscent of “What hgppened, Andrew? We were driving straight into that windows, while the top half seemed to be solid. light. Weren't we going to see a UFO?” When we drew closer I got the distinct impression that there "T think so." were figures visible in the lights as if we were being observed or “Then what happened? Where is it? What happened to the were part of the itinerary on a sightseeing tour. light?" My heart began to thump wildly. Although it looked a little dif- "I don't know. We must have turned a corner or something." ferent in the air than on the ground, it just had to be the same “How come I didn't see the corner, then? Andrew, this is really object I had seen earlier. weird. I feel like I've had a blackout." "Do you see that? See, see I told you so. Does that look like a The feeling was very similar to coming out of an anaesthetic; helicopter?" not remembering the events but aware that something had Even Andrew could not deny what he saw with his own eyes. occurred and I had missed it. "T see it, Kelly. You're right. It's definitely not a helicopter— "Don't be stupid, Kelly. We turned a few corners, that’s all." it's very, very strange." The change in his attitude from a few moments before was “Look, Andrew, it looks like there's people in there." markedly obvious. From being a little disoriented himself, he then No sooner had the words left my mouth, it shot off to the left at — began to act as if he had been aware and in total control of his sur- a terrific speed. One second it was there—the next second it was roundings. What could I say? Could I have been epileptic and gone. There are hardly words to portray the wonder we felt atsee- unaware of it? Could I have had some type of fit? ing science fiction come to life. "Was our own government more “Andrew, I'm not kidding! I've lost some time somewhere. 1 technologically advanced than we had ever thought possible.?... can feel it." Nah! If it had anything to do with governments then it was more “Just forget about it, Kelly. You probably went off into a day- than likely the American military, not our own. Could there actu- dream. Don't make a big deal out of it." ally be others out there in space?" The questions and discussion We debated about time-loss for at least the next half an hour continued to flow in an atmosphere of excited chatter. until I finally realised the futility of carrying it any further. I've When we had driven no further than a few kilometres, our eycs — known for many years and been told often enough by others that I were greeted by a brilliant light, like a shining sun, directly in had married an extremely stubborn man. This selfsame stubbom- front of us. It seemed to block off the entire road, and its bright- ness was doomed to arise continuously over the next few months, ness was so intense that I found it necessary to use my hand asa __ even after the other party had come forward and evidence of phys- shade in order to peer through the windscreen. ical anomalies had been discovered at the location. “Actual colour was a pale, luminescent blue, somewhere between baby blue and aqua." The evening traffic had all but come to a standstill. Not many people traversed the mountains late at night and we were poten- tially the only car on the road. Heading down the hills between Belgrave and Fountain Gate, we were surprised to spot an unusual object hovering above the road at approximately twice the treetop height. It was an estimat- ed four to five hundred metres in front of us, a spectacle of orange lights on the bottom half with a glassy appearance reminiscent of windows, while the top half seemed to be solid. When we drew closer I got the distinct impression that there were figures visible in the lights as if we were being observed or were part of the itinerary on a sightseeing tour. My heart began to thump wildly. Although it looked a little dif- ferent in the air than on the ground, it just had to be the same object I had seen earlier. "Do you see that? See, see I told you so. Does that look like a helicopter?" Even Andrew could not deny what he saw with his own eyes. “I see it, Kelly. You're right. It's definitely not a helicopter— it's very, very strange." “Look, Andrew, it looks like there's people in there." No sooner had the words left my mouth, it shot off to the left at a terrific speed. One second it was there—the next second it was gone. There are hardly words to portray the wonder we felt at see- ing science fiction come to life. "Was our own government more technologically advanced than we had ever thought possible.?... Nah! If it had anything to do with governments then it was more than likely the American military, not our own. Could there actu- ally be others out there in space?" The questions and discussion continued to flow in an atmosphere of excited chatter. When we had driven no further than a few kilometres, our eycs were greeted by a brilliant light, like a shining sun, directly in front of us. It seemed to block off the entire road, and its bright- ness was so intense that I found it necessary to use my hand as a shade in order to peer through the windscreen. NEXUS ¢ 61 81TH AUGUST 1993 FEBRUARY - MARCH 1995