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Date: July or August of 1969
Time: Approxamtlty 10:00 p.m.
Brian Vike's Note: I
thought I would add a quick note here. The gentleman mentions in his letter to
me that he was a former news director of CFBV/LD radio in Smithers. The radio
station in Smithers is a 45 minute drive from me heading west, and Smithers is
located in British Columbia, Canada. I also do short spots on the radio station
the man is talking about, giving local updates on UFO sightings for out entire
area.
Message: Hi Brian,
nice to meet you. First off, I'm a former news director of CFBV/LD radio in
Smithers. Additionally, I worked at Endako mines for a few years in the '70's.
As you can imagine, I'm quite familiar with Houston, having lived and 'played'
in Fraser Lake, Endako, Burns Lake, Telkwa and Smithers for many years in the
late 70's and early 80's. Heck, I met my first wife at an Ian Tamblyn concert
in '81 at the Endako Community hall!
I live in
Peterborough County, Ontario. Ironically, yesterday, I received a post card
from an old buddy who's currently vacationing in Australia, he lives in Quick.
Remember the Christmas flood of the community of Quick back in '83?
Here is my story. I
was born and raised on a 100 acre farm 20 miles east of Peterborough, Ontario.
The incident took place in July or August of 1969 when I was sixteen. I was
alone in my family's farmhouse located 75 feet from a gravel township road. At
that time we had a border collie mutt named Chief, who was an extremely good
guard dog, vicious would be an appropriate description.
My father passed away
the previous February and Chief had become even more nasty. Lots of people
driving on the property would remain in their vehicle until one of us appeared
in the driveway to rescue them from the snapping dog. It was approximately ten
o'clock in the evening and I was sitting in the living room watching TV with
the overhead light on. I noticed a light shining through the closed white
drapes covering the south window. I thought, "that's odd. The light's on,
if the light was off I could easily see the light's of a vehicle passing the farmhouse,
but the light's on and I can't hear a car."
I exited the living
room and entered the kitchen. I looked out the aluminum screen door on the
south side of the kitchen and saw a light on the other side of some poplar
trees glowing about 150 yards from the house on the other side of the road. The
light was white and about the size of your thumbnail.
Now this is where it
gets interesting. Chief was standing just outside of the screen door, with his
butt against the aluminum. He was making
the most peculiar, extremely low, guttural growl and every piece of fur on his
body was standing straight out, as though he'd been electrocuted. I'd never
heard him make such an odd sound. He was scared witless. Normally he'd rush
across the yard barking and growling at the human, the squirrel, the skunk,
etc. Not this night. The light was moving west to east and the dog's nose
followed the light precisely.
Whatever was moving
in the sky was definitely the cause for Chief's abject terror. I couldn't open
the door to investigate as the dog's rear end was 'bunched' against the door. I
yelled at the dog to get out of the way. He wouldn't move. He was frozen.
Finally, after a few
seconds of admonishing the dog, I forced the door open which pushed Chief out
of the way. His nose never wavered from observing the moving light.
I walked across the
yard towards the road and the light which was still slowly moving west/east. It
would occasionally disappear behind a poplar and then reappear a second later.
There was no sound. I guesstimated the object to be 150 to 200 yards away.
Chief, the nasty
guard dog, never left the cement patio on the front of the house, but he
continued to observe the thing and kept growling in that most peculiar manner.
Then I realized
something very odd. By this time I was standing on the road. Not only was the
flying object making no sound, but there were no cricket, tree frog or katydid
sounds as well. Brian, what in heaven's name has the ability to silence the
amphibians and insects of the forest? I felt a very palpable and rising sense
of terror.
I lived in that
farmhouse for 18 years. At no time did any of my family members nor I ever 'get
the gun' because we were frightened of something. It never happened, well, just
once. I ran across the yard, past the dog who was still frozen by the front
door and into the woodshed. I grabbed the single shot 22 rifle and the shells.
I was so frightened, even today, I can recall my right hand shaking as I
fumbled to put a shell in the gun. I can clearly remember thinking, "this
is the stupidest thing I've ever done! What good is this 'pop gun' going to do
for me against that 'thing' out there across the road? I might as well throw a
chunk of gravel against the object."
The next thing I
remember I was seated on the couch in the living room with the loaded 22 across
my lap. The light was still illuminated and the TV was on. I was calm, cool and
collected. My heart rate was normal.
The flying object was now located to the
east of the house, out over the barnyard and for the next ten to fifteen
minutes I kept looking over my shoulder through the south window at the light
in the sky. I could barely make out a ring as though the light was the
'diamond' on the edge of the ring.
A couple of minutes
into this session, the light changed from solid white to a blinking red light.
It became smaller and smaller and blinked faster and faster. From my
perspective, it appeared that the object shot out into space. At no time was I
worried or concerned about the UFO in the barnyard. I had a lackadaisical
attitude towards it and I thought, "big deal, it's just a UFO, why worry about
it?"
As I watched TV and
occasionally turned to look at it out the south living room window. I want to
make something perfectly clear, Brian:
The next part of my story is a dream. This did not happen. For all of my
adult life I can clearly remember the dream.
In my dream, I was standing in the
woodshed at my family's old farmhouse, in the night, with the woodshed overhead
bulb on and I'm loading the 22. White light suddenly comes through the two
windows located on the south and west sides of the woodshed. White light comes
from under the woodshed doors from the outside.
That's the end of the dream.
Here's the next
peculiar part of the story and I have no idea whether it's connected to the UFO
incident. I was not suicidal in the summer of '69, I have not been suicidal at
any time in my adult life, nor am I suicidal today. I do not suffer from
depression. I feel fine, thanks! A few days after seeing the object, I was home
alone and cutting the backyard grass.
Suddenly, with no
previous suicidal thoughts, I decided to shut off the mower, go to the
woodshed, load the 22 and kill myself. I exited the woodshed, with the loaded
gun, walked through the house, sat in precisely the same spot on the couch as
that night of the UFO visit, with the loaded 22 across my lap. My intention was
to shoot myself.
Fortunately, after
about 30 seconds of contemplation I came to my senses. I thought, "what
the heck am I doing? I'm not suicidal! Get that damn shell out of the gun! Put
the gun away! This is ridiculous!" I unloaded the rifle and returned it to
the woodshed.
Brian, I have some
questions, as you might well imagine.
1) What was that
thing flying through the sky, with no sound, in the summer of '69?
2) What has the ability to silence the critters
of the forest?
3) Why was my vicious guard dog reduced to a
quivering mass of terror?
4) We have all been terrified. There are certain
physiological responses to fear. Increased heart rate, adrenalin pumping
through your veins, shaking hands, cold sweats etc. etc. How did I retreat from
all of those normal responses and return to 'calm, cool and collected' without
a calming down period?(by the way, I had no sense of time loss during or after
the incident)
5) Is my dream of loading the gun and seeing
white light a dream? Or did it actually happen?
6) What was the reason for my suicidal thoughts
and actions which occurred out of nowhere a few days after the incident? (I
repeat: I'm not suicidal, nor was I when
I was sixteen.)
7) During the absurd suicide event, why did I
walk to the exact same spot as I ended up after I saw the UFO with the loaded
gun across my lap? I guess I'll never have the answers to those questions. By
the way Brian, I cannot be hypnotized. Just to satisfy my curiosity, I wish I
could be hypnotized, to possibly further explore the events of that night so
long ago, but I'm one of those people who are not open to hypnotic
suggestion.
Thanks for your time
and keep up the good work documenting the observations of peculiar events of
people from around the world. No, I'm not a hoaxer! Go ahead, use my name if
you wish. I truly don't care what other people think. The above mentioned
events really did occur. Art.
Thank you to Art for
the extremely interesting report. I will be contacting Art over this
experience, also I would like to add Art gave me the OK to use his name.
Brian Vike, Director
Kamloops British Columbia Canada UFO Research. Email: brian_vike@telus.net
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