Notes from the Contact Underground

Tales of High Strangeness

February 1993. Part 2

My Family Has a sighting on US 10

Copyright 2007 Joseph Burkes MD

The week following my return from Mexico was full of family activities. My wife is a Saint Valentine’s Day baby. We planned to celebrate the blessed event of her birth at a fancy restaurant in Topanga Canyon out by the beach. It was around 3PM and dinner still wasn’t for a couple hours. To pass the time I settled into our meditation loft to do my daily obligatory twenty minutes of meditation. The room was located at the very top of our house. Through a seven-foot picture window I had a spectacular view of West Los Angeles. I could see across the LA basin to the north, all the way to the Santa Monica Mountains. As I finished the meditation I opened my eyes and looked out the window.

Suddenly out of nowhere a bright white circular object fell straight down from the sky. It appeared to be no more than three or four feet in diameter and had a disk like appearance. There was no sound associated with it. I lost sight of the white object as it approached ground level. It fell behind a neighbor’s house some 200 feet away. There was no impact sound. What I had seen was so flat it appeared to be almost two-dimensional. I had never seen anything quite like it before (or since for that matter.)

For several minutes I tried to make sense out of the sighting. It was so bizarre that I thought that it might be some kind of optical illusion, but from what source? It was still daylight and car headlights cast no reflections. Was it some kind of hallucination? It did seem to presage an even stranger event that soon followed.

The whole family piled into my 1981 Toyota Camry. The kids  were in the back, Yael in the front passenger seat besides me. We headed west towards the beach on Highway 10. The traffic was moving about 60 miles per hour. Patchy low-lying fog was rolling in from the Pacific. The visibility ceiling was just 600 feet. As I drove I glanced out to the left towards the Santa Monica Airport. Out of the corner of my eye I say two red pulsating lights flying above the Freeway. They were too close to the ground to be conventional air traffic and my first thought was that they were ultra-lights flying in formation. First one red light flared up, while the other faded out, back and forth in tandem fashion. The lead light was higher than the one trailing it. They were only about 100 yards apart and I was concerned that these “aircraft” were flying too close to one another and at a dangerously low altitude. There was something very strange about them. The distance between the lights appeared constant.

I turned to get a better look and then my stomach tightened up. They were no ultra-lights! The distance between the pulsating lights was fixed because they were attached to an enormous wing shaped object. The craft was flying west at less than one hundred miles per hour and at an altitude of about 500 feet. It was moving in and out of the fog so that its structure was partially obscured. I immediately shouted out to Yael and the children to keep an eye on it. I was negotiating an LA freeway and I had to focus on the road.

The craft passed in front of us climbing into the fog. The pulsating red lights were still synchronized. One slowing flaring up, while its companion faded out. It had a kind of playful quality to it.

It was now on Yael’s side of the car and she had a better view of it. I recall here softly saying, “It’s a disk.” I’m positive I heard her say this, yet she later denied uttering a word.

As we drive westward the UFO was slowly getting away from us. I wanted to floor it and chase the object down to the beach, but that would have gone against the grain of my rather cautious driving stile. Instead I accelerated a bit, hoping we could catch a better view when we hit the beach.

The suspense built as we entered the Ocean Park Tunnel. It opens up onto the Pacific Coast Highway. We emerged from the tunnel and looked westward across the Santa Monica Bay. We could still see the UFO as it flew below the dense clouds.

I quickly pulled into a beach parking lot. My son Jonathan and I jumped out of the car. We stared in amazement. The object was large, at least a football field across. Its shape could be described as an enormous flying wing or as an elongated oval. The object moved far too slowly to be any kind of conventional aircraft. It also flew too fast to be a lighter-than-air vehicle. It definitely was not some kind of blimp.

The red lights were still visible on either extreme of the craft that was now heading in a northwesternly direction towards Malibu. I pulled my signal lantern out of the car. In vain I flashed the half million-candlepower light at the rear of the UFO. I was hoping for some kind of “photon talk.” In Mexico just ten days before with Steven and Shari a triangular shaped UFO continuously responded to our signals. This happened even as it retreated back towards Popocatepetl Volcano. No such luck in Santa Monica however. The craft apparently ignored my light work. It simply continued to silently fly across the bay. It plowed into the fog and disappeared.

In the next installment I will describe an even stranger event that transpired at our CE-5 research site in Malibu. Please stay tuned.

One universe, one people!

Joe Burkes MD