posted on Aug, 11 2011 @ 03:51 PM
Here's the scoop: Last night I observed something on accident that spurred me to spend the entire night awake. I live in southern Florida. I've
actually always assumed this area to be a no-no zone if there were any strange craft planning on avoiding detection. I live just miles from the coast,
and therefore there's a lot of people, and a lot of eyes here.
Last night I turned my lights off and got ready to go to sleep. Laying in bed I noticed what seemed at the time to be embers drifting upwards from a
fire. I thought it was strange for Two in the morning, and opened my blinds to take a look at who could possibly be having a good time at that time of
night. To my surprise, they weren't orange, but a dim, dim white. My first thought was "We don't have fireflies here..." , so I went outside
without anything more than a pair of briefs, and the mosquito bites I have speak wonders of the amount of time I spent outside trying to discredit my
ludicrous conclusion.
These white lights, I literally estimate them to of been at least one hundred in numbers throughout the two hours spent observing, were baffling. They
were only a quarter, no more than a half as luminous as the surrounding stars. They moved on a whim, at inconstant speeds. For the most part they
seemed to emanate from one general area in the sky west of me. They mostly moved horizontally give or take the whimsical dips, would sometimes move
vertically at very high rates of acceleration, and even interacted in a dance type manner between the two, as if piloted by children on a recces break
during school.
Throughout this time I performed tasks to try and discredit what I was clearly seeing. I thought it possible to be a slight of the eye, as if when
lightheaded, and removed my gaze after tracking ones single course. Every time I glanced back, the course remained the same, only farther down its
path. The one critical factor was that they were only seen on the West end of my view of the sky.
So, fast forward to today, and I decided to report it to assess what anyone else saw. The man on the other end of the line destroyed any credibility
in the number I chose to call. After hearing a fraction of my story he interrupted me to ask me if this was a prank call. Understandable. I told him
it was nothing of the sort. He then told me no one else had seen anything like this, and began to passively denounce my stature. I shrugged it off,
but he continued to talk to me as if reading from a script. Never once did he back down from his stance that although he could not explain what I saw,
"There is a difference between a claim and a report. Do you understand that?"
Anyways, has anyone else experienced the extreme dickery emitted from the other end of that line? If not, 's'all good. Lemme have it with what you
think I saw.