Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2012 3:29:32 GMT -5
Witness: Simon Parkes
Date: June, 1971
Location: Brighton, East Sussex, England
Alien Type: Praying Mantis
UFO: Silver teardrop-shaped
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Simon Parkes: an early encounter
I would like to submit the sighting that I had in 1971 and although it's not a North Yorkshire sighting, as a member of SUFOS, I thought you might like to put it on your sight.
In June 1971, when I was three months off my 12th birthday, I went over to Preston Park which is in Brighton, East Sussex, with my school friends from the neighbouring house. There were five of us in total, ranging from 8 years old to 13 years old. My friends were: Tammy Lendrum, Sharon Lendrum, Adrienne Atkins, Chloe Atkins and myself, Simon Parkes.
This day was a Sunday and the time was between 10 am and 11 am. The June day was sunny, bright with very high clouds, the sky was a light blue and the wind was light. In the middle of Preston Park is a cafe (or was back then) and we were about a hundred yards from the cafe when one us, I don't remember which one of us it was, pointed and said: 'Look at that - what is it?' In the sky, about 500 yards distance from us, I saw a silver teardrop-shaped object, travelling north to south at very slow speed at a height off the ground of about 300 yards. This silver teardrop object made no sound, had no windows, no wings or engines that I could see. It was travelling forward, its rounded end going forward and its pointed end at the rear.
It was very beautiful and filled me with emotion (I don't know why). It looked to be made of metal because the sun glinted off it and it was sometimes quite dazzling.
I then saw the object change course and make toward our general direction. It was now travelling west to east at the same slow speed and still maintaining a distance off the ground of about 300 yards. When the object got to within perhaps 400 yards of us it changed direction, back on to its original north-south heading. After 10 or 12 minutes it again changed direction, this time heading away from us, travelling toward the west. I watched it going over the horizon in a very odd way: if you advance a film on a DVD player, one frame at a time, you see on the screen the picture advance forward, which obviously makes the film look a bit like slow-motion, but with definite 'jerks' or stops as you advance it. That is the best description I can give. This object went over the horizon in a 'stop-go' fashion until only its pointed end was left, seemingly hanging there until it too disappeared.
As soon as it was gone I heard a propeller sound to my left (east). Turning, I was totally shocked to see a red by-plane flying at no more than 100 feet off the ground. It was just over the horse chessnut tree tops. Slung from metal wire struts from the bottom wing there were two huge cameras, about twice the size of domestic bath-tubs. On struts above the top wing was another camera of the same size. The pilot sat in an open cockpit; he had flying goggles and a leather flying cap - he looked like something out of the Second World War.
I watched the by-planes fly over me but for some strange reason I have no memory of watching it fly over my head, nor do I remember it flying off after the disappearing strange object - all I ever remembered was walking back with my group of friends talking about it.
In later years I remembered rather a lot more and, whilst I appreciate it's hard to believe, I do remember being quite literally sucked up off the ground and being taken up into what at first looked like the red by-plane, but as I approached it, it changed into a silver object with lots of curves. I did come face to face with something inside the object and I know that I made an 'agreement' with this being - this I have drawn. I later learnt that such beings are called a Mantid - or in the USA, Mantis - and that the red by-plane was a 'screen memory' designed to give me a false visual memory, so as not to scare me.
I continue to experience such creatures, and I wish to make clear that they have never hurt me.
Simon Parkes
Date: June, 1971
Location: Brighton, East Sussex, England
Alien Type: Praying Mantis
UFO: Silver teardrop-shaped
ufophenomenon.weebly.com/simon-parkes-an-early-encounter.html
Simon Parkes: an early encounter
I would like to submit the sighting that I had in 1971 and although it's not a North Yorkshire sighting, as a member of SUFOS, I thought you might like to put it on your sight.
In June 1971, when I was three months off my 12th birthday, I went over to Preston Park which is in Brighton, East Sussex, with my school friends from the neighbouring house. There were five of us in total, ranging from 8 years old to 13 years old. My friends were: Tammy Lendrum, Sharon Lendrum, Adrienne Atkins, Chloe Atkins and myself, Simon Parkes.
This day was a Sunday and the time was between 10 am and 11 am. The June day was sunny, bright with very high clouds, the sky was a light blue and the wind was light. In the middle of Preston Park is a cafe (or was back then) and we were about a hundred yards from the cafe when one us, I don't remember which one of us it was, pointed and said: 'Look at that - what is it?' In the sky, about 500 yards distance from us, I saw a silver teardrop-shaped object, travelling north to south at very slow speed at a height off the ground of about 300 yards. This silver teardrop object made no sound, had no windows, no wings or engines that I could see. It was travelling forward, its rounded end going forward and its pointed end at the rear.
It was very beautiful and filled me with emotion (I don't know why). It looked to be made of metal because the sun glinted off it and it was sometimes quite dazzling.
I then saw the object change course and make toward our general direction. It was now travelling west to east at the same slow speed and still maintaining a distance off the ground of about 300 yards. When the object got to within perhaps 400 yards of us it changed direction, back on to its original north-south heading. After 10 or 12 minutes it again changed direction, this time heading away from us, travelling toward the west. I watched it going over the horizon in a very odd way: if you advance a film on a DVD player, one frame at a time, you see on the screen the picture advance forward, which obviously makes the film look a bit like slow-motion, but with definite 'jerks' or stops as you advance it. That is the best description I can give. This object went over the horizon in a 'stop-go' fashion until only its pointed end was left, seemingly hanging there until it too disappeared.
As soon as it was gone I heard a propeller sound to my left (east). Turning, I was totally shocked to see a red by-plane flying at no more than 100 feet off the ground. It was just over the horse chessnut tree tops. Slung from metal wire struts from the bottom wing there were two huge cameras, about twice the size of domestic bath-tubs. On struts above the top wing was another camera of the same size. The pilot sat in an open cockpit; he had flying goggles and a leather flying cap - he looked like something out of the Second World War.
I watched the by-planes fly over me but for some strange reason I have no memory of watching it fly over my head, nor do I remember it flying off after the disappearing strange object - all I ever remembered was walking back with my group of friends talking about it.
In later years I remembered rather a lot more and, whilst I appreciate it's hard to believe, I do remember being quite literally sucked up off the ground and being taken up into what at first looked like the red by-plane, but as I approached it, it changed into a silver object with lots of curves. I did come face to face with something inside the object and I know that I made an 'agreement' with this being - this I have drawn. I later learnt that such beings are called a Mantid - or in the USA, Mantis - and that the red by-plane was a 'screen memory' designed to give me a false visual memory, so as not to scare me.
I continue to experience such creatures, and I wish to make clear that they have never hurt me.
Simon Parkes