Mildenhall - RFI Connection

[pupil88]

This may be a three parter

Scene: I was standing on a wooden platform covering the fuel dump

I came out of a reverie. I spun around in space.It dawned on me that the lights in front of the hanger were on and lit up the tarmac and the trees outside the fence. A light fog hung around the trees. And just as suddenly, the base spotlight which was located inside the runways near the middle of the airfield splashed the trees with a yellow beam. The beam jerked from tree top to tree top. It couldn't get any lower. It appeared to be searching for something. It hugged the trees and quickly moved out of sight, I kept looking for it but it didn't return.

I didn't have a watch but guessed it was past 8:30 PM. I was standing on the top of the stairs. My shoulder felt uncomfortable. I took the carbine and placed the barrel down on my right shoulder. It felt better as I stretched out the strap.

I felt something burn on the top of my head. Instinctly, I turned my head and looked up behind me. Above me, about thirty feet away, a luminous craft was stationary; silent, motionless and non-threatening. The luminosity gave off a polished bronze in color. I gripped the strap of the carbine and realized the weapon was in a awkward position. I started focusing on the craft. I didn't move a muscle and my head kept looking back and up. The metallic object looked too smooth. It was elliptical in shape like an American football with rounded cones. I reacted by looking for an imperfection. I looked at the middle of the craft and scanned right across the length. I dropped my vision about a foot and scanned left. I repeated the process again and again, as I was getting lower I was losing interest. I determined there were no anomalies. I lifted my eyes and refocused on the total visible craft.

Right then, I was taken aback as I was confronted with two round port holes above the middle of the craft. They were not there when I first observed the craft. I stared at the left port. I was looking for movement or a shadow. There appeared to be a screen or a filter inside the port blocking my vision. However, on the side of this screen, a bright yellow light filled the craft. I moved my eyes to the other port. It was the same as the first. I kept staring at the craft not knowing what to do when a deep feeling of disbelief over-whelmed me. I thought what I was seeing was a reflection from the base spotlight that must have been bouncing off some clouds. I looked above and around the object, then I turned my head towards the trees where I saw the beams of light on the trees. I didn't see any light. I turned my head back and up to the object. It was gone.

My peripheral vision caught a movement. I turned my head and the craft was above and besides me. It was about 25 feet away. It was moving very slowly. The craft was about 16 to 20 feet in length and about eight to ten feet high. I didn't get anything new looking at the ports. It must have been going about three miles an hour without a sound. I could have walked right under it. It moved on a straight line without any deviation. I thought "they must be looking inside the hanger with Superman eyes" I kept telling myself "don't blink".Then I told myself " Don't think... I am a camera".

I opened my eyes as wide as I could. The craft stopped. It stayed motionless for about twenty seconds. Then it moved out above the tarmac and had a view of the area in front of the hanger.It stopped and remained parked in the air. I was about forty to forty-five yards away. A thin light blue beam came out of the craft from the bottom left side. It went out and up at a 45% angle and about half way the height of the craft. I continued to try to stifle all thought and opened my eyes as wide as I could without the cooling air affect my vision. Moving my eyes between the craft and the thin blue light, I caught the appearance of a gas or fog near the light. It began to spread out. It was not very thick. I could see the trees through it.

I felt restless waiting for something to happen, for the craft to take off. I told myself to relax,,," I am a camera". Seconds were ticking off as I was moving my eyes from the craft to the light to the gas. Suddenly, another light appeared across a gap from the thin blue light. This light was thicker, brilliant and moving intensely out and up at the same 45% angle and all the while being enclosed in a snake-like light caramel body with two glass elongated eyes separated by an enamel--like shell that enclosed the light and embodied it. The python-like body slowly rounded at about the height of the craft and turned downwards, its body narrowing and stopping. It erupted and ended with a paw with three thumb-like mounds... I tried to find the source of the light.There was a gap between the thin, almost solid blue light and the thicker moving light. I didn't see anything moving between them. Looking through the right glass( I don't remember seeing much through the left glass) the light flowed energetically, streaming excitedly. I focused on the snake-like body that embodied the flowing light.There were three or four streaming light lines that flashed through the eyes. They had varying widths. I followed the body up to where it curved down. I looked to see if it moved but it didn't. My eyes retraced its movement, back to the gap, across to the thin blue light down to the craft. Then, there was a silent backfire. I didn't hear any noise but I sensed one.The blue light and the snake were gone. Something was erupting behind the craft. It looked like a large mound of dirt was piling up above the ground behind the craft. It grew so high that I couldn't see the craft. And then it stopped. The craft backed and climbed up into the dirt and was partly visible again.

END of part one

[robert]

I say Pupil.
Before you go any further please tell me there are a few more witnesses to this incredible story and I appreciate the strength of character you must have to put yourself in the firing line!

I have a feeling you may be busy with questions and alternative explanations for some time to come.

Very interesting so far.

Robert

[pupil88]

Robert,

When dealing with the unknown, those who demand rational explanations are in a fantasy land. It's about time they learn to think outside of themselves.

I'm the only witness but I hope to show the convergence between the two events.

[pupil88]

Something was flowing in the left side of the dirt. I saw what looked like a tube buried in the dirt. If not water, then something liquid began flowing upward and across the top left edge of the craft. It began to overflow and pour like a waterfall. I looked down to the tarmac and nothing was hitting the ground. I moved my eyes to the left. I was stunned. There was a white carpet platform stretched out below and out away from the craft, stationary and brilliant.It had three dimensions but very little depth and was very close to the ground. There was some movement, which after observing it I refused to acknowledge it. Flying up to the side of the dirt was a small entity which had wings above and below its shoulders. The wings looked like flesh colored ears that were turned downwards. When I first observed it, I estimated its height being about 2.5 feet. My recent recollections took in the distance I was from it, and I would place it between 3 and 3.5 feet.It had a bubble helmet around its head and I could make out its eyes and an indentation of a nose. The body was covered in a thin white cloth. I didn't see any arms or legs. It flew up to and behind the side of the dirt. Seconds later, it was sitting atop a brilliant bar of silver. Bubblehead, as I'll name it and B1 for short, was perched on the front end of the bar. The right wing which was below its shoulder, moved up and down in a measured rhythm. The left wing rose vertically above the head and was jerking arrhythmically left and right. The silver bar descended from behind the dirt like an overloaded plane. Bubblehead accelerated the wings and the cargo, the silver bar, rose and slowly dipped. The bar landed perfectly aside another bar at the back of the white carpet. I estimate the bar's length was five feet, the width approximately two feet, and the height app. 1 to 1.5 feet. After landing, Bubblehead immediately lifted up from the bar and winged a path to the dirt. Another small entity came descending from behind the dirt winging its way smoothly, rhythmically, harmoniously atop another silver bar.Its wings were symmetrically aligned. It descended perfectly and deposited the bar alongside the other two, making a row. I'll name this Bubblehead... B2. B2 immediately rose and gracefully moved upwards.B1 jerked back guiding another bar towards the white carpet. It rose again and then dipped and glided accurately and landed atop the first bar placed. The bar seemed to melt into the bottom one and the height of the two bars shrunk. Again B1 rose and labored towards the dirt while B2 gently descended and landed on the middle bar in the row. There was a shrinking of height as they merged.

Above the white carpet, a charcoal fence formed diagonally upwards on two sides. The third side connected them. The fourth side, the one closest to the white carpet,remained open. The fence had two railings but no posts.The railings appeared knotted or like nodes at random intervals. There was no ground. The lighted trees were the background.

Inside the fence, lightening rays shot across from the inside edge of the left fence to the right side. Most of them appeared to be short lived. The thin light rays appeared at different points of the inside edge with no set pattern. Once, the entire area inside the fence lit up dimly but briefly. As the seconds ticked off the thin light rays stayed connected. There were six or seven lights on inside the fence and most of them were grouped in the middle. They seemed to be gaining power.

A voice within me said "look right" I moved my eyes to the right. Again, I wasn't prepared for the shock.

The alien craft was disintegrating. I looked right through the craft and could see the light on the trees. I expected to see a metal platform in the middle but there was none. The reinforcement of the metal was in place but the middle and most of the right side were gone. The edges looked jagged. The left side and left top were still intact as were three quarters of the back and dirt. There wasn't a sign that the inside had any occupants. The dirt no longer had the heaviness of texture.

B2 was guiding a solid bar and placing it next to one in the third row. B2 lifted immediately and hovered to the side its wing gently moving.B1 was approaching with another silver bar with its wings in discord. After some maneuvering it placed the third bar in a row. There were now bars in three rows. B1 also lifted up into the air. B2 moved up over the carpet empty of cargo. At the left of the middle B2 descended and landed into a seat. It only stayed there for a second. B2 lifted up and at the right of the middle B2 landed in a seat but quickly dropped through to a section below and was no longer in sight. Bubblehead decisively dropped into the first seat vacated by B2. B1 sat there moving with wings at odds with each other.

Above, the dual railings have been displaced and there was a struggle at the area the railings previously had not enclosed. Now the enclosure was filled with a solid rectangular shape of three squares,The top square had become solid. the middle square had walls but appeared empty in the center which was black.At the bottom square closest to the carpet, the space was intensive and energized. The space was being manipulated by an unseen force and had taken on a corporeal form. The corporeal form was struggling, writhing, stretching, squirming and pulsating like a human body... a body without organs. There appeared to be a cutting, a separation of the corporeal form of space from normal air space. An unseen physical force was working at the boundaries...the corporeal space was being pulled, unglued from its former position. There was a tearing in the fabric of space...a splitting apart- the separation of two distinct modes of space at the edge. At the edge there was a hint of chaos being muscled, squeezed like the materials under the hand of a sculptor. Flows were in motion . It was being metamorphosed from a jelly mold to a solid. This alien force was exhibiting its power, not keeping it secret.

END of part two

[pupil88]

The white carpet began to move slowly to the left and upwards. The solid rectangle which appeared mostly beige had become black in color. Its bottom began to lift to the left and its top began to sink to the right. Both assemblages appeared to be in coordination...first aligning,,,one ascending...one descending.

What was left of the metal and frame on the alien craft was interacting with a force that was pulling it between the two assemblages. The metal shrunk and folded like an accordion and tore off with such force that it disappeared.

At the top front, as the metal was being torn off, a round 2.5 foot metallic robot appeared and levitated to the top of the descending rectangle. Mac, as it will be named, immediately showed two metallic skeletal prosthetic arms. These were formed from the turning of two Rubic cube- like squares on its shoulder. At the end of the two arms were two blades which worked in unison digging on the surface on which Mac was standing. The fury under which Mac was laboring was constant and unrelenting. Mac kept flailing at the surface with the blades cutting deeper. There was another blade which looked like it was sweeping aside the sliced bits yet none of the cuttings escaped the hole.

All the while, the white carpet moved up while the solid black rectangle descended above the white carpet. Bubblehead fluttered both wings and Mac kept digging into the hard surface. The black rectangle dropped over the carpet and mixed and merged with it. The two became one and became a solid white rectangle but not as brilliant as the white carpet. It began to accelerate leftwards towards the front of the hanger at 3mph. Bubblehead was seated in front its wings in discord and Mac was in the rear getting deeper into the hole. And then, Mac was swallowed up under the surface which smoothed out.

About halfway across to the hanger, the solid white rectangle...vanished.

Then,...one two three seconds later

It reappeared and instantly accelerated...6 mph to 9 mph. It also underwent a transformation. There were now three rectangles... non-solid and pale gray. B1 and Mac were no longer on the scene. The rectangles were stacked upon each other. The bottom two were flush with each other. The back half of the top rectangle was flush with those below.The front half of the top rectangle tilted right. To visualize this better, imagine the bottom two rectangles facing a round clock. the left corner of the rectangle would be at 5 minutes before the hour and the right corners would be at 5 minutes past the hour. The top rectangles' left corner was at 2 minutes past the hour and the right corner was at 12 minutes past the hour.

About three quarters of the way across to the hanger the three pale rectangles ... disappeared.

Then, one two three seconds later

Another transformation. This time there was an appearance of the first muffled burst of a high flying firecracker. In that burst were eight or nine cylindrically shaped objects leaning against each other. They were standing vertically like large cigarettes. No sooner did this image appear and accelerate, it.. vanished.

Then, one two three seconds later

A pale,brush stroke of white appeared near the front edge of the hanger. It sat there for one, two seconds. The pale white began to brighten and multiply. Now there was a light form. Below it, what looked like a thin growing icicle began to glow and elongate into a crystal and doubled in thickness. Streaming light flowed through the crystal. The crystal was drawn upwards and melded into the light.

A specter of Bubblehead moving rapidly upwards into the light as if to guide it. B1 moved gracefully It appeared a force was pulling B1 up.

A brilliant burst of gathering light rays formed seemingly waiting for all laggard rays to join in. Then, a light burst, a flash, and an acceleration.

All traces of the alien craft were gone.

END of part three

[pupil88]

Postscript

I stood at the same position from the moment I first saw the alien craft, through the assemblages, disintegration, reassemblages, disappearances, morphing, and the reappearance of Bubblehead's specter winging into the light and the final light burst. Only afterwards, I realized I was still standing in the same position. I moved my body a little but I remained in place. I didn't feel paralyzed but I did not walk. In fact, I don't remember how long after the event, I took steps on that platform. I don't know if the event lasted seven minutes or seventeen. At some point, I became aware of the shift change. I must have become more conscious of my surroundings. I told myself that I had to report this to someone. as the hours wore on, I began to feel a depression falling on me. This was a rare thing for me. When I tried to recall what I had seen, I couldn't find the words. I couldn't bring up the imagery except for the initial moments of the encounter. I felt utterly stupid. How could I forget what I just saw?

When the tarped truck carrying the 12 am shift arrived it parked under the path of the take off route. When I got to the truck the tarmac was dry and clear of any dirt or debris. A big guy slid over as I climbed the rear step and sat in darkness. A guy across from me, one of the new replacements, was lit up from the outside light. He looked at me and said" Did you see the light show?" I didn't say a word. The carrier was eerily quiet. No on said a word. The guy kept mumbling to himself "Wow. That was something." The truck moved out quickly and headed for the mess hall. When we got there, I didn't feel like eating. I walked back to the squadron area in the dark. I immediately went to bed.

The next morning, when I awoke, I felt and acted as if the events of the encounter were wiped out of my mind. I know I saw a UFO but there was no evidence in my mind.

[Observer]

Re your last sentance, it seems that you have recalled the event in fine detail and it has made fascinating reading! If other people saw 'the light show' why was there no security alert called which is what happened at the RFI?
As for those of us being in fantasy land looking for rational explanations, those looking for paranormal explanations must concede to the fact that they must also be in a fantasy land until either one is proved.
I think you already know that if it was a paranormal event, it can never be 'proved'
Obs

[pupil88]

Obs,

How wide was the light show? Was it like Halt's night out? The one who saw it, was he stationed on the other side of the runway with a view of the main hanger? Did he see part of what I saw from another perspective? I was captivated by the Bubbleheads. Being in their proximity I must have been under their control. If you haven't experienced an encounter with an alien force , you couldn't measure it.There were no phones or other means of communication. It was Friday night and there was no activity going on that I was aware of. No planes taking off or landing.Yet, when I was on duty guarding SAC bombers not a night went by that I didn't expect to be to be attacked or targetted by some one lurking in the woods. In the four years of Air Force life, I don't think I ever experienced a real base alert.

[pupil88]

Lt. Col. Halt said he saw something near the small red sun object. He described it as molten metal. He said it dropped to the ground . When he and his team searched the ground there was no sign of it.

What I saw

Something was flowing in the left side of the dirt. I saw what looked like a tube buried in the dirt. If not water, then something liquid began flowing upward and across the top left edge of the craft. It began to overflow and pour like a waterfall. I looked down to the tarmac and nothing was hitting the ground

Sgt. Nevilles saw

Looking through the spy scope he saw a "large brick"

What I saw

Bubblehead sat atop a brilliant bar of silver. , The silver bar descended from behind the dirt like an overloaded plane.

The small red sun object like the mound of dirt in the air behind the craft were used to disguise the real operation which was taking place...the transformation of a craft

Halt saw more that was taking place than what he voiced on the recorder.

The red sun was approaching his team from a distance. The transformation and disintegration processes were already ongoing. They didn't feel the full effects of the electric-magnetic field.

The white carpet which held the containers of the disintegrated craft merged with a black rectangle and shortly afterwards, exploded into five pieces.

By the way, Warren's "aspirin", would be analogous to my white carpet. They both perform the same function. When security forces entered the farmer's field and surrounded the "aspirin" the delta craft aborted its transformation.

[robert]

Postscript

I told myself that I had to report this to someone. as the hours wore on, I began to feel a depression falling on me. This was a rare thing for me. When I tried to recall what I had seen, I couldn't find the words. I couldn't bring up the imagery except for the initial moments of the encounter. I felt utterly stupid. How could I forget what I just saw?

He looked at me and said" Did you see the light show?" I didn't say a word. The carrier was eerily quiet. No on said a word. The guy kept mumbling to himself "Wow. That was something." The truck moved out quickly and headed for the mess hall. When we got there, I didn't feel like eating. I walked back to the squadron area in the dark. I immediately went to bed.

The next morning, when I awoke, I felt and acted as if the events of the encounter were wiped out of my mind. I know I saw a UFO but there was no evidence in my mind.

Hi Pupil,
Thanks for that.

Usual questions if you don't mind.

Sounds as though somebody was there on the 12 o'clock shift who did see something? If only a light show?

Yours is obviously a very detailed sighting.
Did you write down your experience immediately after the event?

And if not did you before writing down the very detailed recollection of events, have any regressive hypnosis?

And thanks for sharing this very complicated experience.

Robert.

[puddlepirate]

Pupil -

Thanks for the very detailed account. I might have missed something so could you clarify:

Date/time of the sighting. When and at what time of year did you see this? Was this the sighting you previously mentioned, the event you witnessed in 1954?

Location of sighting: Was this at RAF Mildenhall?

Roughly how many personnel were based at Mildenhall across all the various branches - comms, radar, admin, flight, maintenance, weapons, medics, intel, security, fire dept, etc etc...Mildenhall was, I believe the biggest of the east Anglian bases, there must have been between fifteen hundred to a couple of thousand people there, with the base at a constant state of readiness 24/7/365.

Have you ever heard of PROSPERO or anything to do with resonance ops, psycho-electronic imaging or the generation of ectoplasmic matter in the outer edges of the atmosphere, induced by very high powered radars?

[pupil88]

Hi Robert,

I was on the last post that was picked up. The guy who saw the light show was on my flight. He was a new replacement. The month was Sept, 1954 and my 4 year tour of duty would end in December.

I didn't write down anything immediately after the event. I didn't write anything untill 2006. My memory of the experience was completely erased from my mind, I believe the occupants of the craft did that, I've never been under hypnosis.

[pupil88]

Hi PPaddle
I picked up a freeware program from cnet called Calendar Magic. I believe the date was September 10,1954. The time was approximately.8:45 PM.. Yes, this was the sighting I mentioned.

It was inside the fence at RAF Mildenhall . The craft was between the fuel dump and the main hanger. Outside the fence was a road that led to a dead end. Across from me were RAF officer quarters. The craft moved to the side of the front hanger.No one was working there that night..

It was a large base. There were RAF personnel stationed there as well as US Army. I worked the main gate for a long time as well as the main walking entrance.There was a lot of activity during day light hours..At night, it was as if the base closed up.I spent most of my time there babysitting small and large bombers.

At one point, I was very interested in resonance, imaging and matter especially in intensive states. more from a philosophical viewpoint which is close to physics.

[pupil88]

Recap of the Event - within five minutes

1. the occupants disintegrated the craft
2. established a white carpet platform in space
3. with the aid of two Bubbleheads with wings, moved containers and/or bars from the craft to places on the platform
4. they created a force field where they generated their own energy
5. this was proceeded by gases released by a thin blue light emanating from the craft
6. and by a shell of a python skin that erupted in space and elongated its snake shaped form into space while laser light streamed through two elongated eyes.
7. after a mound of dirt erupted in space behind the craft and settled in the air behind it
8. the energy field separated into squares and then into a rectangle
9. that leveled over the white platform and dropped down while the white platform ascended
10..the rectangle dropped over, mixed and merged with white platform
11.and immediately accelerated
12.and shortly vanished
13.and reappeared transformed into three rectangles
14.and again disappeared
15.reappearing again as cylindrical "cigarettes" jammed in a "crushed pack"and accelerated
16, vanishing again
17.reappearing as a spattering of light like tossed paint on a canvas
18.coming together as a light form
19.with a ghostly apparition of Bubblehead moving up to it and being absorbed by it
20.erupting into a radiant light disappearing into a flash

[robert]

Pupil,
Just continuing the memory bit. When did you fully recall this. Was it a specific time/year or did it come back to you in 'dribs and drabs' as it were.

Just one point.

The 'rectangular base' has some similarity to Larry's from which he saw a craft develop.

Robert

[pupil88]

Hi Robert,

In 1995, for six months, I recollected bit and pieces, pieces and bits. A stone wall and then I let it go.There were still two areas I couldn't penetrate. In 2006, I slowed down the images in my mind and the final pieces made an appearance. It took over 50 years since I witnessed the event and only 11 years and many sleepless nights of putting it together.

[robert]

I don't know how old you are now Pupil, but I can't remember any detail about yesterday, let alone fifty years ago and I am nowhere near being Pensioned off yet!
Having said that my father who is now 86 is recalling a lot of his RAF Lancaster memories (Flight Engineer) so his long term memory is improving as he gets older.
There is something to look forward to in old age!

That is a very impressive memory you have there Pupil. Thanks for a very interesting read.

Robert

[pupil88]

What I witnessed was something that went from chaos (disintegration) to a threshold of territorial assemblage. The force of chaos ( the Occupant's craft) begins with the eruption of a mound of dirt that erupts behind the craft. The craft immediately backs into it like a snowplow into black snow, a crushing of weight. Suddenly, everything becomes simultaneous, interlinked and mixed. Three forces converge: the chaotic, the territorial and the cosmic. A milieu is born as components slide over one another and unto one another. There is an annexing of energy forms a sudden acceleration. A take off...all the while in space. The white and black rectangles have merged. They become a territory. A territory in flight. The Occupants ( Occs) have created a territory that is their work space, their abode. It disappears in flight and a refrain of seconds await their reappearance- transformed.- into an unreal form of three rectangles sitting together, one on top of the other. An unheard rhythm guides the acceleration and disappearance. Then, the second refrain repeats the seconds- another transformation - into an unused energy form- an acceleration- a disappearance- the third refrain. The Occupants like the animals of earth, have marked their territory in rhythm between transformations.They finalize it with a brilliant expressionism. The splattering of light that re energizes, reabsorbs and recharges its presence. They take their territory with them. Disintegration is not chaos to the Occs. They have deterritorialized and dematerialized from Earth.

This we know about the Occupants. Color and light are their principle art tools. Because they wear bubble helmets, they may not be able to breath H2O and must spend most of their time above ground in order to avoid viruses and bacteria. They were not liable for any ground rent. Water, air, wind and fire if grabbed above ground are also ground rent free. The Occs are nomadic. They are recyclers. They do not leave any trash behind. If their robot can levitate, so can they.If their robot can turn into an intense light form, so can they. The Occupants do not interfere with those they come into contact. They simply insert suggestions to the mind and erase the memories of these contacts.

One thing is constant. It's soundless. Larry Warren's accounts of the entities he saw, was the Occs reacted physically and emotionally to the noise of a cracking tree in the forest.Those who suggested a hologram background would be hard pressed to explain that.

[puddlepirate]

Hi pupil88

That's all very interesting but how does it relate to what JB, Penniston and Cabansag saw; the need for light-alls; the lights that Halt and co followed, the arrival of the C-5 and so forth. In particular, how does it relate to the object Penniston drew? Unless I'm missing the point, I don't quite see how what you witnessed in 1954, especially with your very detailed descriptions of the event (it is a great pity that of all the people at the base at that time there were no other witnesses), relates to the events that occurred in Rendlesham Forest towards the end of Dec 1980.

[pupil88]

Hi PP,

what JB, Penniston and Cabansag saw:

Penniston saw a triangular craft that had landed. He took notes , walked slowly around it, felt the heat of its exterior, and noted etched symbols on craft.. He recorded that the craft backed away at a speed of less than one foot per second.and the craft was silent.and rose in the air accelerated and was gone in the blink of an eye.

The craft I saw in 1954 may have moved at three miles an hour and was silent, underwent multiple transformations and disappeared in a flash. Under Video Clips Documentaries see Speculations on the Symbols Etched on the Craft

the need for light-alls:

They had a need to light up the forest. They failed because there was a strong electro-magnetic field building in the area. The field force may have absorbed the electricity generated. The EM field has a profound affect on individuals depending on their susceptibility to it. John Burroughs was greatly affected by it.

I saw an alien craft build and transform "itself" by generating an electric-magnetic field in space.

the lights that Halt and co followed:

Under Alternative Theories see Speculating on the Balls of Light. There was a transformation taking place behind the little red sun....a spectacular transformation and shortly after, craft in the sky, one of which sent down a thin blue light beam, the same one I described in my experience.

the arrival of the C-5:

To investigate and gather evidence after a series of UFO episodes