| Not too late one evening ,broke and sober , I stood looking at the stars on the Medford Ore. horizon,
I noticed that this one tree could not be seen through It was early spring and the sky was crisp and beautiful. The leaves had not yet formed on the few tree close by and the stars could be seen through their branches but not this one tree A movement occurred, then a luminescent sped out of the tree It was motionly some what ameba shaped and the mass of it a shimmering vibrant blue ringed by just as vibrant shimmering yellow It was not hazy It had definite edges I could not see through it It seemed like it was guided in the center was a red shoeprint shaped outline looking thing which flew off and entered my body at low chest level I looked behind me to see if it had passed through me It had not The rest of the thing went around the back of me and I could see that the red thing was not there I was very quiet Stunned It glided back into the tree |
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