Silver Saucers

and the Big Bang

At birth our Universe expanded far faster than the speed of light

This Wolfku, to the best of my ability to read and grasp, is a true statement; which would contradict Einstein, would it not?

I’m not even sure that I subscribe to the “Big Bang” theory of beginnings, although I cannot offer up a viable alternative at the moment. So, let’s go with the bang.

I’ve perused the famous World Wide Web (you may have heard of it) for descriptions of this explosion of a point of stuff so densely compressed as to be almost nothing in size into what we now call our Universe, and each of them tells me that this explosion was of such unimaginable power and magnitude that at birth the Universe expanded (into what, one wonders? into emptiness?) at a rate far beyond the speed of light. But nothing can travel faster than the speed of light, so we’re Einsteinly told. So, what is going on here?

Could it be that matter or energy can expand into not space but spaceless nothingness at unlimited speed (creating a physical space border as it races away from explosive center) but that nothing within the subsequent physical space (and matter and energy) can travel faster than the speed of light? I don’t know. And Einstein is no longer around to ask.

Actually, I don’t think Einstein was correct; and when I say that I think of interstellar travel.

Proxima Centauri is our sun’s closest sibling. It is 4.25 light years away. Bear this in mind, when you read my account of this strange but wonderful and most certainly true 1968 episode:

Perhaps you have noticed that if you follow a high-hovering say hawk with your eyes and then look away for a second or two that you’ll have trouble spotting the hawk again up there, a hundred or more meters in the air. The wide and empty sky leaves the eye nothing to focus on and you might look in the bird’s exact direction without registering until you manage (perhaps by chance more than anything) again to focus correctly.

Apply the same principle to something hovering at, my guess, a mile up in the blue-sky air. Hard to find focus and spot indeed.

But I did spot it, and this is what happened.

1968. I was working as a computer operator at Dagens Nyheter (The Day’s News), Sweden’s largest morning daily. Great job, by the way. Great people and an amazing employee restaurant where the lunch meal was nothing more than two kronor, probably about two dollars at today’s rate. I loved that job and stayed there until I eventually — later that year — decided to join Our Prince Elron in his adventures.

This was early May, if memory serves; Easter not so long past. I had finished a great lunch and stepped out into the nearby park to catch some rays as they say. The green (and growing at a rate you could almost see and hear) lawn was quite populated with other happy ray-hunting folks. Even so, I did find a spot and lay myself down; closed my eyes and just drank the beautiful and warm sunshine. Life the way it should be. Beautiful.

The warm May sun had soon glowed me to sleep.

Then, of a sudden, I startled awake and flicked my eyes open, to focus directly on a spot about a mile up in the air where hovered a small silver disk — small at that height, it would probably have appeared enormous at arm’s length.

Even so, a small silver disk with sparks of various light colors radiating not steadily but in bursts from different parts of the circle.

It hovered. Absolutely still, sparking. Absolutely still, sparking.

And then, as if they had decided that I had now seen them: Whoosh… like a shooting star it took off to the west (to the right from where I was lying), and in a second or two it was gone.

After a breath or two (yes, I had to find it first) I looked around to see if anyone else had seen it, but no one had — they were all either sleeping (sun-lapping) or talking, but none looking up or looking around to see if anyone else had seen it. Appears I was the only one.

No, there wasn’t even a trace of doubt. That was a flying saucer, a silver saucer. In the silver flesh so to speak. Not a single trace of doubt.

The only subsequent conviction that I do question on occasion, though not often, is that those visitors had picked me to see them; had prodded me awake with who knows what prod, had guided my eyes by who knows what means, to let me see them where they hovered. Once they knew I had in fact seen them, they took off: mission, task, intention, what have you, accomplished.

To this day I am grateful that I did see them, so grateful for the certainty that we are not alone. Not only does logic say as much (considering the size of the universe and the obvious conclusion that there is other intelligent life in the cosmos), but so did my eyes that wonderful May day in Stockholm.

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Let’s assume that this saucer originated near Proxima Centauri. Let’s further assume that it could travel at near the speed of light, but not faster than. I ask you, what saucer in its right mind would travel 8.5 years (here and back) just to stir some young male earthling awake to spot it.

Yeah, yeah, I know, it probably travelled here for some other reason; but also most likely travelled here from some other star — much farther away.

Having seen an extraterrestrial craft with my own eyes, I obviously also believe that others have seen them too, and that the many, many stories of visitations et cetera, are not just fantasy, but true reports. And I further believe that these crafts will have travelled here from various stars at various distances, some perhaps hundreds, thousand, perhaps even millions of lightyears away. Again, no interstellar craft in its right mind spends even just hundreds of years across dark space just to check out this our third rock from the sun. I am convinced that they have all discovered faster-than-light travel and perhaps reach our earth in a matter of minutes, hours, at most days instead of a million years.

I wonder what Einstein would have to say about this.

© Wolfstuff