Most of the time, I’d say I veered towards the aetheist end of the belief spectrum. I tend to put my trust in science rather than belief. And yet I’ve had a few experiences in my life that I’ve been unable to explain.
1). Broad Haven. Some of you may be familiar with the Broad Haven UFO incident of 1977, when an entire class from the local school saw a cigar-shaped flying saucer, and the manageress of a local hotel witnessed a similar craft landing in her grounds.
The incident I’m thinking of happened a few years later – although I wasn’t told about it until some time afterwards.
In 1980 or 1981 (I’m not sure which), my family were on holiday in Broad Haven, staying in a caravan. During the night, my mother and father were awakened by a strange light, and “felt footsteps walking up the bed between them.”
Spooked, they woke myself and my siblings up at 1:00 am and packed the car in order to go home. They told us they were “leaving early to avoid traffic,” which seemed to make sense at the time.
But on the way home, a dense fog lay in the bottom of every valley, and the skies were alive with shooting stars. At least thirty in every minute. I’ve never seen anything like it, before or since. The heavens seemed to be raining down, one brilliant white scratch after another.
2). Spanish Castle. In 2008, I flew to Barcelona for a conference. While on the plane, I looked out the window and saw a long, craggy ridge topped by a majestic castle caught in a sunset-coloured light. It seemed to be around ten miles away. Yet, I could still see it twenty minutes later. To have lingered outside my window, it must have been huge. We were high in the sky and travelling at full speed. There was no way it could have been real. There are no escarpments that large in Spain. And yet, it seemed so tangible, like a vision of Valhalla. I can’t explain it…
3). Loch Ness. I’m not a believer in the Loch Ness monster. Although the cubic area of the loch is impressive (greater than all the other rivers and lakes in the UK combined), I can’t believe it could have harboured a breeding population of prehistoric sea creatures for all these years.
However, I did see something there.
I was on a boating holiday at the time, and at the helm. Ahead, I saw something which I first took to be the head and neck of a cormorant. But then I noticed that compared to a nearby bouy, it was significantly larger than I would have expected such a sea bird to have been. Then it sank, withdrawing into the water like a submerging periscope, and not at all in the manner of a diving bird.
I suppose it could have been a snake, or an optical illusion caused by sunlight on the water. But to this day, I can’t say definitively what it might or might not have been.
But on the same holiday, we experienced another odd happening. We pulled our boat up to a jetty on the side of the loch. Four other boats were moored to the same jetty, and some fishermen were fishing from the end of it. I got talking to them, and they gave me five fresh trout that they’d just caught. Being the only one in our party who knew how to gut a fish, I sat on the jetty and eviscerated the slipery trout, casting their organs and entrails into the water beside our boat. Then I climbed on board. No sooner had I done so than the boat started rocking. And I mean rocking. Our boat and the two in front of us were bucking around as if caught in a hurricane. But the fourth boat was strangely unmoved, and there didn’t seem to be a breath of wind outside. it was almost as if there was something under us… maybe feeding on the discarded trout guts…?
As I implied earlier, I’m natually a sceptic at heart, and strongly resist any sort of supernatural explanation for any of these occurences. But they really happened, and I can’t explain them, so I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions.No tags for this post.