|Occurred : 7/23/1997 13:30 (Entered as : 7/23/97 13:30 pm)
Reported: 6/24/1999 16:13
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Duration:5 mins plus
|On busy Wilshire Blvd. I looked up between tall buildings, saw "Top Hat" shaped craft stationary between buildings. There were portholes where a "hat band" might be. No noise, no movement. I looked for people on the street so I could point it out. No one was around. I was waiting for a bus. It arrived. I got on and left.
I walked to the corner of Wilshire Blvd. and Westgate Avenue in West Los Angeles to catch a bus. It was about July 23, 1997, 12:30 pm. While waiting, I looked up at the tall buildings to my left (east)and saw a craft hovering between two buildings. It was shaped like a top hat, and had portholes where a hat band might be. It did not move,it did not make noise. There was a lot of automobile traffic on the blvd., but I saw no pedestrians on the street so I could point it out to them. I knew for sure that people in the high rises around would and could see it if they looked. I gazed at it the whole time until the bus came. When the bus came, I got on the bus and left. What amazed me about the encounter was that I was not startled, not afraid, not shaken at all. I felt a kind of communication as if they were saying, "We see you." And I was saying, "Yes, and I see you too." In a way it was comforting. Almost like being watched over. Several nights later I had a dream that I was caught up into a "round room" with windows all around. I could see the skyline of West Los Angeles. I was there with my sister and my two nieces. Each of us had an instructor/guide/teacher. Each of us were totally in thrall and occupied intensely with what each teacher was saying that we hardly acknowledged each other. My teacher was beautiful. He had shoulder- length blonde hair, about 32 years old, with a bare chest. He was loving, gentle and kind. As I sat mesmerized in his teaching, I found myself wanting to embrace him. His skin was so beautiful. It smelled wonderful too. (I can still remember the fragrance) He gently and laughingly distracted me from this lustful pursuit and refocused my attention on his teaching. I felt that this visit was a "check-up" to see how we were all doing. It was more a spiritual and mystical and metaphysical exam, not a physical one. After each of us were through with our private lessons, my guide went to the front of the "room" and at a board or screen was teaching us all. It was a lesson about time. In essence what I remember him saying was that there was no such thing as time, but that it was a concept that we earthlings/encarnates agree upon believing in for the "time being." After all the lessons, the "room" started spinning and we lifted up and away, and I looked down and recognized Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, the Hollywood Hills and the San Bernardino mountains in the distance to the east. I felt as though it was just a "joy ride" for us "kids," as a "reward." I choose not to submit my name or any personal information. I don't need any MIB's harassing me. I'm sane, drug/alcohol free, 55 yrs old. Occupation medical researcher/writer. None of the characteristics below apply and you know what a top hat looks like.