Endlessly Amazed
Endlessly, you know, amazed
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Another ball of light story but inside not outdoors (warning: batshit alert):
When I was about 11 years old, I was sent to the country to spend the summer with an aunt and uncle on a secluded farm in western Kentucky, US. My aunt and uncle lived there by themselves, as their son was grown up and had moved away. It was so secluded that the night sky was really dark, with no light pollution. This meant that the inside bedroom was also really dark, with little ambient light coming through the windows from the stars or the moon. I had my own bedroom, which was connected to the bedroom my aunt and uncle occupied by a door. This door was always kept open to my bedroom at night.
One night, I awoke convinced that someone was up and moving in the house. I sat up in bed but didn’t turn the light on. I saw two bright shiny round-oval lights in my aunt’s bedroom. They were about the size of a regular flashlight light, and were about 4 feet off the floor. They were so bright that I could see the bedroom furniture in their room illuminated by them, but they were not quite as bright as an actual flashlight. I thought it was my aunt and uncle up, doing some inexplicable grown-up thing in the middle of the night. I called out to them, but they didn’t answer. The lights, however, shifted position, apparently in response to my calling out.
The two lights turned to face me (meaning they changed from oval to round) through the bedroom door, and then they moved undulatingly as if floating, to me. They crossed the connecting bedroom doorway, and crossed my bedroom until they were only 3-4 feet away from my face as I sat in my bed. I realized that they were not attached to flashlights and nobody was carrying them. My little proto-scientist mind knew that this was impossible, but it was happening all the same. I vaguely thought I should be scared, but I was not. I was cautious, but fascinated.
What I saw: two lights, which shifted from round to oval to round again. They were about 1 – 1.5 feet apart at all times, but the actual distance varied as they moved around. One was slightly bigger than the other, and it took the lead in moving from my aunt’s bedroom to mine, and getting close to me. The dimensions of the bigger one were 4-5 inches in diameter when it was round (face on?). The smaller one was about 3-4 inches in diameter at the biggest. They both had definite, but soft edges. They seemed to have three-dimensional volume, so they were like balls and not just circles. They both were bright enough to light up my room so I could see furniture on the other side of the room – maybe 12 feet away. They were not as bright as a flashlight or ordinary lightbulb in their ability to illuminate objects brightly; but they were incredibly bright in themselves – on their surface. Hard to describe. Their colors were a shifting, shimmering combination of pastel blues, greens, and pinks. They were beautiful! When I looked very directly at them, I had a sense of depth. I felt no heat from them, but a charge similar to static electricity. I did not try to touch them, but I don’t know why. They made no noise at all.
I had the impression that they were intelligent and directed, and that they were real. It was as if two people were visiting me in the bedroom. They seemed curious, and friendly. I tried to talk to them in my mind, not with my voice because I didn’t want to wake up my aunt and uncle, which I thought would stop the lights’ visit. I tried really hard to talk with them, and it seemed as if they were aware of my efforts and wanted to talk to me as well, but we were unable to communicate.
After a few minutes (which is a really long time), they bobbed up and down a few times, then floated back to the other bedroom a few feet from my aunt’s bed. Then, they became gradually dimmer until they both faded out at the same time. This fading away took 2-3 seconds. At no time did my aunt or uncle stir.
I stayed sitting up in bed for a long time, waiting to see if they lights would come back, but they didn’t. I went to sleep. The next morning, at breakfast, I asked my aunt and uncle if they had been up in the middle of the night with flashlights. They were surprised, and said no, and why had I asked. I told them that I thought I had seen flashlights in the house. (No, I didn’t tell them the whole story as I was sure they would think I was mistaken and I didn’t want them “concerned” about me.) They suggested I had probably dreamed it. I agreed in order to head off any interrogation.
I thought about it, and decided I had not been dreaming, but couldn’t prove it to myself. I decided if the lights came back I would move a book in my bedroom as proof I had been awake and not dreaming.
A few weeks later, I again woke up convinced someone was in the house. The lights were back, same as before, in the other bedroom. I sat up in bed, and the lights immediately came to me! It was a repeat of the first visit, friendly but no communication. When they went back into the other bedroom and faded out, I got out of bed and moved a book from next to my bed on a small nightstand to across the room to where I would never ordinarily place it.
The next morning, the book was still in its unusual place, and so I believed the weird lights were real. I have thought about this over the next 50 years, and have no explanation. It is another data point in my search for the unified field theory of ontology.
Those two visits were all I experienced of these lights; they never happened again. Comments invited, of course.
When I was about 11 years old, I was sent to the country to spend the summer with an aunt and uncle on a secluded farm in western Kentucky, US. My aunt and uncle lived there by themselves, as their son was grown up and had moved away. It was so secluded that the night sky was really dark, with no light pollution. This meant that the inside bedroom was also really dark, with little ambient light coming through the windows from the stars or the moon. I had my own bedroom, which was connected to the bedroom my aunt and uncle occupied by a door. This door was always kept open to my bedroom at night.
One night, I awoke convinced that someone was up and moving in the house. I sat up in bed but didn’t turn the light on. I saw two bright shiny round-oval lights in my aunt’s bedroom. They were about the size of a regular flashlight light, and were about 4 feet off the floor. They were so bright that I could see the bedroom furniture in their room illuminated by them, but they were not quite as bright as an actual flashlight. I thought it was my aunt and uncle up, doing some inexplicable grown-up thing in the middle of the night. I called out to them, but they didn’t answer. The lights, however, shifted position, apparently in response to my calling out.
The two lights turned to face me (meaning they changed from oval to round) through the bedroom door, and then they moved undulatingly as if floating, to me. They crossed the connecting bedroom doorway, and crossed my bedroom until they were only 3-4 feet away from my face as I sat in my bed. I realized that they were not attached to flashlights and nobody was carrying them. My little proto-scientist mind knew that this was impossible, but it was happening all the same. I vaguely thought I should be scared, but I was not. I was cautious, but fascinated.
What I saw: two lights, which shifted from round to oval to round again. They were about 1 – 1.5 feet apart at all times, but the actual distance varied as they moved around. One was slightly bigger than the other, and it took the lead in moving from my aunt’s bedroom to mine, and getting close to me. The dimensions of the bigger one were 4-5 inches in diameter when it was round (face on?). The smaller one was about 3-4 inches in diameter at the biggest. They both had definite, but soft edges. They seemed to have three-dimensional volume, so they were like balls and not just circles. They both were bright enough to light up my room so I could see furniture on the other side of the room – maybe 12 feet away. They were not as bright as a flashlight or ordinary lightbulb in their ability to illuminate objects brightly; but they were incredibly bright in themselves – on their surface. Hard to describe. Their colors were a shifting, shimmering combination of pastel blues, greens, and pinks. They were beautiful! When I looked very directly at them, I had a sense of depth. I felt no heat from them, but a charge similar to static electricity. I did not try to touch them, but I don’t know why. They made no noise at all.
I had the impression that they were intelligent and directed, and that they were real. It was as if two people were visiting me in the bedroom. They seemed curious, and friendly. I tried to talk to them in my mind, not with my voice because I didn’t want to wake up my aunt and uncle, which I thought would stop the lights’ visit. I tried really hard to talk with them, and it seemed as if they were aware of my efforts and wanted to talk to me as well, but we were unable to communicate.
After a few minutes (which is a really long time), they bobbed up and down a few times, then floated back to the other bedroom a few feet from my aunt’s bed. Then, they became gradually dimmer until they both faded out at the same time. This fading away took 2-3 seconds. At no time did my aunt or uncle stir.
I stayed sitting up in bed for a long time, waiting to see if they lights would come back, but they didn’t. I went to sleep. The next morning, at breakfast, I asked my aunt and uncle if they had been up in the middle of the night with flashlights. They were surprised, and said no, and why had I asked. I told them that I thought I had seen flashlights in the house. (No, I didn’t tell them the whole story as I was sure they would think I was mistaken and I didn’t want them “concerned” about me.) They suggested I had probably dreamed it. I agreed in order to head off any interrogation.
I thought about it, and decided I had not been dreaming, but couldn’t prove it to myself. I decided if the lights came back I would move a book in my bedroom as proof I had been awake and not dreaming.
A few weeks later, I again woke up convinced someone was in the house. The lights were back, same as before, in the other bedroom. I sat up in bed, and the lights immediately came to me! It was a repeat of the first visit, friendly but no communication. When they went back into the other bedroom and faded out, I got out of bed and moved a book from next to my bed on a small nightstand to across the room to where I would never ordinarily place it.
The next morning, the book was still in its unusual place, and so I believed the weird lights were real. I have thought about this over the next 50 years, and have no explanation. It is another data point in my search for the unified field theory of ontology.
Those two visits were all I experienced of these lights; they never happened again. Comments invited, of course.
