So mom and I are talking, and she mentions she recently watched a program on TV about UFOs which she found “interesting.” We got to talking about the triangles, which she hadn’t heard of, so I told her what I knew, including my own triangle sighting in Oregon years ago. The conversation about the UFOs in Mexico and the triangles had mom wondering about air space; “it seems dangerous for us (or anyone) to fly in someone else’s airspace.” Then she told me for that reason, among others, she didn’t think the triangles were “ours,” but probably alien. Go, mom!

A bit later I mentioned Mothman, not sure how it came up, and she said “Who, what?!” She had never heard of Mothman! So of course I told her all about that. Which she found fascinating. And I mentioned MIBS — “Men in black?” mom asked; I said “Yep” — and she asked if they were aliens. I said I didn’t know, but that’s certainly one theory.

“What do the Men in black do?” she asks. I told her about the outdated clothing, cars, the odd behavior, etc. and something strange began to happen. The more I started to casually describe MIBS, I began to have that “they’re listening” feeling. That “they’re here….!” feeling, that I’ve had (along with others, who confirmed the presence of non-human intelligences) at times when discussing UFOs. It was very odd. And when I got to the part where I said:

And an eerie aspect of MIBS is, for example, you go outside at night with the dogs, say, and you’re looking up at the night sky, and you see a UFO. And you decide you’re not going to tell anyone about it, you keep the sighting to yourself. You haven’t told anyone, you go off to bed. The next day or soon after, a MIB or two arrive at your door, asking you about your UFO sighting.

I got the weirdest, yet familiar, sensation in my solar plexus, that same kind of feeling I’ve had before with “them” (whoever the hell “they” are) — a combination of a warning and a confirmation “they” are tuned in. Tuned in and listening with great interest.

(I didn’t mention that to mom; enough is enough after all.)

So I promised mom I’d e-mail her some Mothman links, and I’ll send her a book or two as well. Let’s hope it doesn’t scare her, although I doubt it, she’s very tough in many ways, and an avid reader. She did tell me that the only book she read that really scared her, living by herself at the time, was Stephen King’s Tommyknockers, which surprised me, because that’s the one book of King’s that really made me uncomfortable as well. Hmmm….