The Mandela effect (Or who changed my Kit-Kat bars?)

The Mandela effect (Or who changed my Kit-Kat bars?) 

It was 2016, and just another day, like any other day, or at least that's what I thought when I woke up. I needed to go shopping that day, just for a few items. I decided to walk, since it was a warm summer day, and I was in need of the exercise, and the open space, and sun on my skin.

Nothing unusual happened during my walk, and as I approached the store, I was unaware that I was about to enter the Twilight Zone rather than Dollar General. 

The first Item I noticed that had changed was a bottle of Febreze (Febreeze in my reality). I thought to myself, "looks like the company changed the spelling" and continued shopping. The next Item I noticed that had changed was my favorite candy bar, Kit Kat (Kit-Kat in my reality) This one really bothered me. I am a huge fan of this product, and remembered seeing them labeled Kit-Kat a few days before. I knew that the store would not throw away all the old stock of Kit-Kat bars, and replace them with the new Kit Kat, what was going on here?

As I shopped around the store, there were more items that had changed. And as I walked back, I was stuck thinking about the Kit-Kat / Kit Kat change. Nothing unusual happened on the walk back. When I got back to my apartment, I mentioned to my roommate that several products at the store, now had new spellings of the logo's, his response was "I noticed that too, Febreeze is now Febreze" "Must be the company updating the spelling?" That  was the first thought I had, but I planned to look into it online.

I sat down at my Computer, and noticed that Google Earth had updated. I have had Google Earth on all my devices since it first came out, and used it almost every day. I opened up Google Earth and after the Earth stopped spinning, I felt uneasy, it didn't look right. The first thing I noticed was that it appeared that South America was now 1000 miles east of the location I remembered. I also never remembered being able to spin the Earth around in Google Earth, until there was nothing but ocean, and no land at all, yet I was setting there looking at that exact thing on the screen, in G.E.

I remember thinking "OK, someone is going to get into real trouble, this update has tons of errors, and must be a prank, or a hack maybe?" I was starting to form the notion that all these changes I was noticing, were not normal, or updates, or Logo changes. I started searching online to see if anyone else was noticing changes like I was. My investigation online almost immediately brought me to the "Mandela Effect". This effect got its name from the famous Nelson Mandela, some people remember that  he died in prison from a heart attack, which is what I remember, but history says that he lived, and eventually became the President of South Africa, and died in 2013. Nelson Mandela was famous as a Martyr in my memory, and died in prison for his cause, and that is burned into my memory.

I have had a near entire lifetime of Strange, Paranormal, and generally unexplained experiences, and after discovering The Mandela Effect, I started to think back and remember times in my past when I had encountered similar experiences. The earliest memory I have of a Mandela type experience was Biblical, but I need to Digress for a moment, in order to cover some background to this, and establish some context.

I was born in 1968, and lived in a very poor family, we lived in a hollow in WV. I had nothing but time on my hands, and the King James Bible was something I had read so many times, Im not really sure how many times I actually have read the book, at least 30, at the least. I had also picked certain sections of the Bible to study, and spent years studying it. My Father went to church, and was a Bible scholar himself, although not from a formal education, he was self taught in almost everything, and was a Genius in his own right. Beleive it not, but there were many years, that my Father and I would sit in front of the wood stove, drinking coffee, and smoking cigarettes, and having 4 to 6 hours, and sometimes 8 hour discussions about the Bible, and Life.

One night my Father and I were having a discussion about the Bible, in front of the wood and coal burning stove. I brought up that I had read in Revelations that in the last days the true Gospel of Jesus Christ would be known, and then the second coming of Christ would happen. It was listed in Revelations as one of the signs of the End Times, and the return of Christ.
I was stunned when my Father said "He did not remember that in Bible" I stood fast on my memory, and continued to tell him it was in there, and I had read it. Finally my Father decided to get his Bible, and see if he could find what I was talking about in it. He couldn't find it. I had got my Bible from my room by now, and had been diligently searching it for the passage I remembered reading. My Father and I both spent hours searching for it, but we could not find it at all.

It bothered me greatly, that neither of us could find the verses I know I read. I also remember my Father mentioning a Bible Verse that said "In the end days, you will not recognize the seasons, except for the leaves on the trees" I clearly remember my Father and I both reading that verse in the Bible, and then discussing it at length. It would almost always come up in our discussions of the Bible, and the End Days. It turns out that since I have discovered the Mandela Effect, I have also found out that this verse, is now gone from the Bible as well. Two Biblical passages I know of, are now gone from history, and from all physical copies of the Bible. Unless there is yet another effect Im not aware of, I clearly remember the Bible saying to store up the words of the Lord, and the scriptures in your heart, for there is a day coming when the word of GOD will not be found, and unless you have it in your heart, it will not be found. I cant help but think I remember these lost passages, because I stored the word in my heart and mind. Truth is, I read the Bible so much, that I rarely need to look at it, its burned into my soul. I really have researched and studied the Bible, more than anything else in my life.

There have been so many changes I have found between my memory, and the official record of history that its really unbelievable to me. The amount of changes are so numerous in my case, that I am forced to come to grips with the fact that... Somehow and in someway, someone, or something, has actually changed the past, or merged realities together. I find it no small coincidence either that mainstream entertainment is focusing on themes that involve... here it comes.... "The multiverse, and alternate realities" As well as the first ever Quantum computers! These new computers use resources from "Alternate Realities, or Alternate Dimensions" -Gordie Rose Founder of D-Wave, the company who built the first Quantum computer.

At the time Im writing this, a quick search on You-tube, or the net, will yield a ton of info and resources concerning "The Mandela Effect" If you are interested in this subject, I would suggest you search the net, and youtube for information.     

Every human is born with a mental virus?

Every human is born with a mental virus.

Around the age of 12, I decided to learn how to play the guitar. My father played guitar, and violin, and piano. I remember bugging my Dad, over and over until one day, he decided to shut me up. He sat me down, and ran through the basics of strings, tuning, and the names of the different parts of the instrument. The first chord he showed me was "G", since he felt it was the easiest to play. I remember being disappointed, when he told me to go practice playing the one chord he had shown me. I asked him to show me more, but he said, " Once you can strum G and make it sound clear, and you can strum right, I will continue teaching you more.

Reluctantly I went to my room, and spent probably around ten minutes attempting to play the chord. As much as I wanted to keep trying, mentally, I was fighting with my own mind. My thoughts were scattered, and emotionally I was being exhausted. As hard as I tried, I simply could not force myself to focus, and sit there. I sat the guitar in the corner, and went off to find something to do. Several days went by, and I remember waking up, and seeing the guitar in the corner, and thinking to myself, "How did I forget about playing guitar?" I picked it back up, and this time I spent around 7 minutes or so, before my scattered and disorganized mind beat me yet again, and I gave in, placing the guitar yet again, in the corner.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never spend more than around 7 minutes or so practicing the guitar. Almost two years after asking my Dad to teach me guitar, I still could not correctly strum the one chord I had been shown. To add insult to injury, one day when hanging out with my friends, one of them pulled out a guitar, and said he had taken it up over the summer school break. He then proceeded to play a couple of songs, and sounded good. I was furious, and when I got home, I complained to my Dad about the fact that, even though I had took up guitar before my friend, he could actually play songs, and had only been playing a few months, and it wasn't fair. My Father informed me that it was entirely fair, and that my friend had actually put time and effort into playing, and I could be playing also, if I put the time, and effort into it that he did.

I asked my Father to show me more, and help me get better than my friend. Once again, my Father informed me that I had to master what he had already shown me, before He would show me more.

I remember spending most of my time struggling with my own mind. I was unable to focus on a single task without my mind getting distracted, and torn into a million different directions. I had no control over my own mind, and that disturbed me. I had no exposure to meditation, and had never heard the word, but I began practicing meditation, right before sleeping, as I laid in bed. I would struggle with my own mind, trying to get it to go silent, and become calm. I practiced this every night, and after about one and a half years, I was able to clear my mind, and focus on a single topic. After that I was able to zone out and meditate while I was practicing a scale, or technique, that involved repeating the same thing for hours.

During my struggle to control my own mind, I became aware that if most of my thoughts were not my own, then something was hacking my mind, and overriding me. It was a struggle to wipe my mind of a virus, that's how it seemed. I have questioned lots of people around me, and they always admit struggling to have control of themselves. In my case it was, meditation, spirituality, eliminating TV, and spending time in nature, that helped me. I really wonder if we suffer from a virus, as a human species, and its grown worse over the centuries, maybe even reaching critical mass soon. A healthy diet helps, and exercise.

Comments, questions, criticisms welcome. Let me hear what your thinking.

Silent lucidity.

Ever have a dream within a dream, within a dream, within a dream, within a dream?

I have, it's completely disconcerting, leaves you shaken for a while, to say the least. I remember going to sleep once, and waking up and walking out of the room, and then I woke up again, and did it over, and over, and panicked that I would never wake up, not sure if I did.

Lucid Dreams are dreams that usually start out as your normal blurry, black and white dreamworlds, and some event usually triggers a real conscious thought, and jump starts your brain, and the Dreamworld suddenly becomes The Real World, and more often than not, you are in complete and total control of the World in a fully lucid Dream,

I've had a few fully Lucid Dreams, and they are quite stunning to have. They leave you shaken in your beliefs and questioning reality at all times. It's very expanding experiencing a fully interactive real world that you are basically 

god in. You can change anything you want any time you want at will.

I plan to post some lengthy blogs about my experiences with Lucid dreaming later.

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The Haunted House

The Haunted House

In the Summer of 2005 I accepted a new position with the Company Ntelos. The new position was located in Northern WV, and required a move to the new area. I was working long hours at that time, and decided to have my Wife find us a house in the new area. She complained to me about not being able to find anything, and as the deadline to move was right around the corner, I began to get concerned about not having a house in time. At the last moment, my wife said she had found and secured a place for us in the Town of Buckhannon, WV. But she also let me know that she did not visit it, or even look at the place before she accepted it. I had a very bad feeling about the move from that point on, and it turned out to be very correct.

The whole move was a rushed and poorly planned out effort. A few items were damaged in the move, and after an 1-1/2 drive, we finally arrived at the new House. From the outside it did not look horrible, but certainly looked old and run down. I remember walking up the front stairs, and looking in the window, and cringing. The inside of the place was in bad shape, and needed completely restored. I was not happy to say the least. As what usually happens to me, the next thing was right out of the "Twilight Zone" I remember looking, for no reason at all at the next door neighbors front door, and at the same moment, a man came stumbling out of the door. It was obvious the man was horribly drunk, and I watched him stagger down his steps, and proceed to meander his way straight to me.

Keep in mind, there were at least 5 other people with me, and no reason at all to assume that I was the one moving in. The drunken man walked straight up to me, and ask "Are you the one moving into this house?" I was stunned, and paused a bit, and answered "Yes, actually I am the one moving in here" At this point the man stared at me, with blood shot eyes, and the smell of alcohol, and politely said, "That house is haunted you know, no shit, for real haunted" I stood there smiling, stunned again, and eventually said "Really? No kidding, its haunted huh?" and he replied "Haunted as Hell, I would get out of there soon, If I was you" and at that point he just turned around, and staggered back home.

All of the people there looked at me, with that look of "What just happened?" I remember we talked about how weird it was, the drunk neighbor walking straight to me, and telling me the house was haunted? What a way to start things off? I also remember the moment I crossed the threshold of the front door, it felt like the presence of something Dark, and Foreboding, so strong that everyone mentioned feeling it, everyone that walked in that house, said they felt something weird, dark, and unnatural. After several hours we were all moved in, and tired, and ready for some rest. As the wife and I were putting the bed sheets on, we suddenly heard the exact, and loud sound of breaking glass upstairs. I immediately went upstairs, and checked every window, and was shocked when I could not find any signs of anything being broken at all. I checked every room twice, and then went downstairs and checked every room, and no signs of damage at all. I then checked the entire house, and could not find anything that would have made the noise.

We all talked that night before going to bed, about the days events. The drunk with the cryptic warning, mysteriously walking up to me first, out of 6 people total. And then the sound of a window being broken that night, with no evidence of any event happening at all, much less anything being broken. First day in the new house, and already 3 strange / paranormal events have happened. The second day was uneventful, no strange activity at all, but the feeling of dread, and despair could be felt at all times if you were inside the house. Stepping across the threshold of the front door, would result in the instant feeling of relief, and a return to a feeling of normal again. Nothing strange happened for the first two weeks, and then I began to experience the feeling of a hand very lightly touching my face, when I was lying in bed one night. Of course I instantly opened my eyes, only to see that there was nothing visible at all in the room.

Every time I would close my eyes, I would eventually feel the exact unmistakable sensation, of fingers lightly touching my face, almost all of the time, it would be the chin, and lip area of my face, and occasionally the eye area's also. I said a prayer, and ask for my Grandmother, and Father, and GOD to protect me. Believe it or not, I refused to be scared to death by whatever this was, and stayed in bed, until I eventually went to sleep. This didn't happen every night, and I was never able to determine any pattern, it was happening on a random basis. I also noticed an escalation in anger among the whole Family, and we all began to slowly argue and fight more among each other as time went on. The next event I remember was coming home, and finding my wife white as a ghost, and visibly shaken. I asked her what was wrong, and she was a bit reluctant to speak about it. Finally she told me all about what had been happening to her, at the house while I was at work.

She began to tell me about seeing what she described as "Shadow Figures" She described seeing what looked like a 3D Shadow of a person, that would walk out of the wall, and across the room, and right into the next wall. She also described seeing 3D Shadow figures of what she said looked like the form of some kind of Dog, and also other Shadow creatures that looked like Shadow Rats crawling across the floor. She said it had been going on for several days, always when she was alone in the house. She was visibly tired, and showing all the signs of sleep deprivation. I believed her of course, and on a positive note, I pointed out that so far, no one has been hurt, and that she should try her best not to give in to fear. We began talking about getting out of this house, at the first chance we get. In retrospect, discussing leaving the house marked the steady increase in activity in the house.

The next event involved me coming home, to find the wife pointing at the place above the doorway where the smoke alarm used to be mounted. I asked her what happened with the smoke alarm, where did it go? She told me she took it off the wall, and that it was now upstairs and stuffed in the bottom of my sons closet. I asked her why she did that? And she began to tell me all about how all day long, every time she started the sweeper, the fire alarm would start going off. She would turn off the sweeper, and start walking toward the alarm, and it would stop. She said that after it did it every single time, 6 times in a row, she got on a chair and took the cover off, only to see that the smoke alarm had no battery in it at all. Its also important to note that, this type of smoke alarm was an old one, and its only source of power was a 9 volt battery.

She continued to tell me that she then decided to take it upstairs and bury it in the bottom of my sons closet, and she said she had piled everything she could find on top of it. I really don't know what made her decide to do that with the smoke alarm, but I left it there. I personally continued to be touched by some unseen hand, when trying to get to sleep, as well as hearing what sounded like a dozen people running around, and knocking everything over, upstairs, but when I would run up the stairs and check every room, nothing was out of place at all, and I was alone in the house. The most bizarre event took place, one morning while I was shaving. That morning I woke up and started brewing a pot of coffee, and shaving. I was about half shaven, when I decided to stop for a moment and go get a cup of coffee. I set the disposable razor on the corner of the sink, and went to pour myself a cup of coffee. As I returned to the bathroom, I was looking right at the razor on the other side of the bathroom doorway, when suddenly it looked like someone smacked the razor and sent it flying through the air, and right into the dirty clothes hamper, that was near full.

I stood there, in a scene reminiscent of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. Stunned, I stood there with shaving cream still covering half my face, and a cup of coffee in hand. I walked into the bathroom, and for some reason decided to get a new razor out and finish, rather than pull the original razor out of the dirty clothes hamper. I finished shaving, and had almost finished my coffee when I decided to get the razor out of the dirty clothes. I had watched the razor tumbling through the air, and knew it would be clearly visible on the top of the clothes. However, I didnt see the razor at all in the clothes, and then I started searching through the clothes. I couldn't find it in the clothes hamper at all. At that point I began looking for it on the floor near the clothes basket, still nothing. I got down on my hands and knees, and searched every inch of the room, no razor in sight. I then grabbed the clothes hamper, and took it into the Kitchen, and proceeded to remove and search each item, one at a time, and place them in the floor after searching them. I did that at least 5 times, and still no sign of the razor.

At that point, I had to leave, I was already late due to the unexpected disappearing razor, I left the clothes on the floor, and left. When I returned home later that evening, my wife approached me and said "If your upset about the laundry, you could just talk to me, rather than throw the clothes all over the Kitchen floor" I then realized, how it must have looked to her. I told her all about what had happened, and could tell that both of us were starting to get concerned about what was going on. I remember talking for hours with my wife, about the incredibly strange events that were taking place. days went by, and the same dirty clothes that the razor disappeared in, had been washed, and re-distributed, worn again, and had ended up back in the dirty clothes basket.

I woke up one day, and started my usual routine. I found myself once again, in the bathroom and waiting for the coffee to brew. I remember looking over and seeing the dirty clothes basket. I could see that the same dirty clothes were in it, from the day the razor vanished. I thought to myself, wouldn't it be crazy to find that razor in the dirty clothes? I then walked into the living room, and told my Wife about the same clothes being in there, and then ask her if she thought it would be nuts, if the razor was in the dirty clothes right now? She said yes, that would be crazy.

I then walked back into the bathroom, and looked into the basket. I didn't see any razors, and decided to pick up one of my shirts, it was the one on the top. When I pulled the shirt out of the basket, I was shocked to see the razor fall out of the shirt, and tumble to the floor. I ran into the living room and showed the wife. She couldn't believe it. She had washed all those clothes, and they had been worn again? How could this even happen? That event impacted me a lot, and I began thinking about getting help from someone, I was starting to think an exorcism or something need to be done on the house. There were several witnesses to strange activities in that house.

One weekend, a friend of my children came to visit. When he arrived, we all sat down in the living room, and began talking all about the strange events happening in the house. My wife starting telling him all about the Fire alarm incident, and as soon as she got to the part about putting it in the bottom of my sons closet, we all were stunned to hear the same Fire alarm going off, from upstairs. Our guest looked at me, and then basically ran up the stairs. Not long after that, the alarms stopped, and he walked back down the stairs, with a bewildered look on his face. He told us, that he had opened the closet in my sons room, and dug out the Fire alarm, and soon as he opened it, it stopped, and still had no battery in it.

Our guest stayed the entire weekend. At some point I remember standing in the bedroom with him, talking about the weird things happening in the house, when I was startled by the feeling of someone placing their hand on my back. I spun around and there was no one there, and then I ran out of the room, and out of the house, with our guest following me asking what was wrong. We stood outside, and I told him that I had felt the obvious feeling of someone placing their hand on my back, and that I had freaked out, and needed to get out of that place. We stood outside the house, and eventually our conversation turned to attempting some kind of cleansing on the house. We decided to research the subject, and attempt to perform some sort of exorcism on the house.

I wont be including all the many different activities that happened in the house, in this blog. I am planning to write a book about my life experiences, and should go into more detail in the book. There was another event that happened involving my wife and I. One evening, I remember standing in the living room, talking to my wife, who was sitting on the couch. We had been talking for about 45 minutes about the house, and moving out as soon as we could. What happened during that conversation, is something I think about a lot since it happened, and I will try to explain it all, the best I can here. We were in the middle of a discussion, I was telling my wife something, and while I was talking to her, I began to notice that we both were slowly turning our heads in the same direction, towards the stairs.

It was something that I had never experienced before. I was standing there, still talking to my wife, and we both were turning our heads towards the stairs. Thing is, I was not in control of myself at that point. I remember thinking, "What is going on here?" I was not doing this, and I couldn't stop, or control myself. It was like I was fully conscious, but not in control of my body. I also remember noticing that both of our heads were moving in perfect sync, at the same speed. I had no choice at this point, but to ride this out, and see what happens. I continued talking, even though I wasn't doing it myself, and when both our heads had turned towards the top of the staircase, there was a 3D Shadow person standing at the top step. The 3D shadow person walked slowly down the stairs, and when the figure stepped off the last step, it simply vanished.

At that point, I remember my head started turning back the other way, and when I could see my wife, she was also turning her head slowly back around, at the same speed as I was turning. I had also continued talking during the whole event. When both our heads returned to the position they originally were in, it was like full control was returned to me, and in mid sentence, I said "Did you see that?" and my wife said "Yes, a shadow person just walked down the stairs, that's what I have been seeing, while you are at work" We talked for hours after that, and finally went to bed, in the early morning. After doing our research, we decided it was time to attempt to cleanse the house.

On the day of cleansing, I had everyone leave the house. Our house guest and I remained, and together we were going to perform the cleansing. Both of us had practiced meditation, and we decided to sit in a dark room, and meditate before we started the cleansing. The room we meditated in was completely dark, I had turned off the lights, and we could not even see each other. We both had our eyes closed, and were sitting in darkness, and meditating. After an hour or so, at random, we both said "We are ready" at the same time, in perfect sync. We took it as a good sign, and we both began covering every inch of the house, and blessing it.
After we had finished the cleansing, we both agreed that it now felt completely normal at the house. I walked in and out through the main doorway of the house, and did not feel the usual heavy dark presence, that was always there, as soon as you set foot inside the house.

We remained living there for a few more weeks, before moving. All the paranormal events stopped happening, and eventually we moved out. I have been back to the house since then, and its been remodeled now, and there has been no more paranormal activity there, since the cleansing. I still have random paranormal activity from time to time, but nothing even close to what happened at that house in Buckhannon. To this day I have no idea what was going on there, and I continue to research, and wonder about it all the time. 

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Astral Travel, glitch in the Matrix, or soul travel?

When I was a young child, I used to stay at my grandmothers a lot. I have a blog about my Grandmother, if you haven't read it yet, I would recommend it. When I would stay at my grandmothers, it was quiet, and at that time there were only 3 channels on TV, and at that time, I never listened to the radio. I would spend long hours just laying in her bed, on my back, with my arms at my side, eye's closed. I would focus on the sounds around me, and after doing this for countless hours, over a period of months, I began to enter what I came to know later, was an altered state of consciousness.

I remember laying there, and trying my best not to move a muscle at all, and I really do not know why I was doing that, it just came to me naturally. The truth is this as I would lay there, after I had done it so much that I had mastered relaxing, and thinking about nothing, I would get a strange kind of pins and needles feeling, and hear a loud deep humming, and my whole body would feel like I was getting shocked, and I had the sensation of falling, and at this point, I would always lurch back into my normal state of mind, and jump up, like I had been scared to death, and I kinda had been, it was a very sudden, noisy, and almost violent experience, but it fascinated me so much.

I continued to practice this, and later in life I change it a little, and it became more meditation than anything else. I continued to meditate and eventually I combined the earlier method and meditation together. I had never read, or heard about meditating, or astral projection before. I really have idea why I naturally did these things, it just happened. At times I could swear I could see thru my closed eye's, and the more I practiced this the clearer I could see thru my closed eye's. It became a part of my life to meditate, and occasionally practice out of body travel. After many years of doing this, I eventually got to the point that I actually could see with my eyes closed, and witnessed myself leaving my body, but every time I get to this point I always panic, and instantly break out of the experience, and snap back into my body.

I've thought about why I have got so close to doing it, but never made it, and I know its simply because I'm terrified of the thought of the Super Unknown, if I was ever able to overcome this fear, I know I would be able to completely leave my body, and astral travel. I've done so much research over the years into this subject, and no one has been harmed by it, although I have heard of negative experiences before. I continue to meditate daily, but I have drastically reduced the amount of time, I spend trying to have an out of body experience. If I ever develop the right conditions I suppose I will write a blog about it. In the meantime, I do have to stress that something very real is happening in these astral projection / soul travel experiences.

Think about nothing long enough, and eventually you will be able to hear the answer. 

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My third UFO encounter

My third UFO encounter.

I was around 23 at the time, and living in the town of Chelyan, WV. I was driving a Ford Fiesta at the time. I remember the weather that day was, cool and overcast. 

It was around the Fall of the year, September I beleive. 

I had drove to Charleston that day. On the trip back, I was looking at the sky, every chance I had. At this point in my life, I had developed a habit of sky watching. I was heading south on Route 61, it was around 1:30 pm. I remember that on the drive back from Charleston, the wind was so strong, that it was causing my car to swerve, and I was constantly correcting my course with the wheel.

I remember that I was getting close to the Du-Pont chemical plant, it would be coming up, on my right, in about 1/2 a mile. I also noticed that there was an object ahead of me, and around 35 feet above the highway. This object appeared to me at first glance to be a helium filled balloon, that a child had let go of, and it had drifted away. At that time, you could buy a helium filled balloon, at any store. 

I remember being shocked, as soon as I realized, that the object I was thinking was a helium filled balloon, was not being tossed around by the wind, that was so strong that my car was drifting around, from the force of the winds that day.

I also remember that I became even further concerned, once I realized that the object was spinning, on its Horizontal axis. After seeing the entire object, I could tell the entire outside of it was a mirror like finish.

The closer I got to it, the more details I could see. I could see the object so close, and in such great detail, that I can tell you, that it appeared to be solid. I could find no seems, or rivets, bolts, etc. the object was more oblong, almost football shaped, and looked like Mercury. It made no noise, and was around 3-1/2 feet in diameter.

I drove directly under this object, and looked at it from directly below it. As soon as I knew, I had driven passed it, I put on my right blinker, and pulled over. I jumped out of the car, and the object was gone. I drove home, and remember it being a week or so, before I stopped obsessing over what I had seen. I keep thinking it had to be a drone, since it was so small. But such advanced technology, could make almost anything possible.

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Cigar shaped UFO's

Since age 13, I have had around 30 UFO experiences. A number of the strange flying objects I have observed, have fallen into the Cigar shape category. Quite a few of these, have been with witnesses. If I recall correctly, the majority of them were a light grey in color. I've also seen white and silver versions. All of the Cigar shaped UFO's I've seen, resembled large passenger jets without wings, or a normal tail section.

Every one of them made no noise and traveled at a relatively slow speed. I have ruled out balloons or blimps, because of the rock solid stable flight, these objects maintained. Also there were no signs of exhaust, no contrails visible. 

My son and I witnessed a total of 3 Cigar shaped UFO's, over the span of three days. One per day. All three, at what appeared to be a relatively low altitude. What was very noticeable in all three sightings, was the fact that 1/3 of the bottom of the object was blurry, like it was an out of focus image. I instantly thought it was due to the propulsion system it used, a side effect perhaps.

I don't remember seeing any windows, on any of these UFO's.

I still have no idea what those craft were, or who constructed them. I continue to wonder, and speculate on just what the actual truth behind UFO's is?

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