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11/22/2007: "MYSTERIOUS IMAGES APPEAR ON SUBURBAN DRIVEWAY" by Walter King
I was just pouring my first cup of coffee when my wife gasped. She was looking out the back door window holding her hands up to her face like Munch,s “Scream“. I thought maybe I had run over the cat the night before as I was coming home from school. But no…she was looking at the mysterious images I will show you in a moment. “Where did they come from?” she asked without taking her eyes off them. “More importantly who made them and what do they mean?” I said thinking that we’ve been visited. These images were the driveway version of crop circles and appear to be space beings floating in a vacuum. “They appear to be some expression of self recognition-- maybe they are trying to communicate with us.” I said.
“But why did they choose to make these icons on our driveway?” asked my wife.
“maybe we’re special!”
Who knows I thought sipping my coffee as I stepped off the back porch for a closer look. Maybe they’ve read my blogs and feel that I am a kindred spirit who might understand their deep sense of alienation. The winter sun was warming my face which was also flushing under the enormous pride I was feeling . It came with the recognition that maybe I’d been chosen by some superior being as the representative of our human race.
“I doubt it” chided my wife. “Like those crop circles they probably are doing this all over the world…wherever they can find driveways clean enough.” That pinprick let the air out of my balloon. I could hear a slow whispering whining sound and I looked up to see if they were still near. That’s when I realized the sound was me letting the pent up air from my lungs. I quickly ran over to my truck and grabbed the camera from under the seat. I took several photos of the more discernable figures. I was hoping against hope that there was no radiation emanating from the markings that would make photos impossible.
“Well I suppose we’d better call someone -- don’t you think?” I was thinking at least we might make the evening news. “Here, look at the way this one has an aura around it like a rainbow. Do you suppose it is some kind of energy field? Or maybe this one is meant to signify divinity. Maybe this is the image of their god which they worship” I said walking carefully around the feet and hands so as not to scrape away any important marks.
“Or maybe it’s plasma from some kind of jet packs.” said my wife. “ See how they seem to come from the shoulder area here” she was pointing out the directional flame glowing from what looked like the shoulder harness of the being.
“Well you may be right but still that rainbow like contour seems important to me.“ I was walking back into the house to phone the TV station when I felt the first raindrop. There was a cloud burst and within a few moments the entire driveway had been washed clean. There wasn’t a mark left. We stood there in the pouring rain thinking how significant this find was and wishing we’d been quicker to call someone. The only evidence of the event are these photos. Luckily they came out so I can share this momentous occasion with my readers.
While looking at the photos later my wife suggested that she’d seen similar images before. She climbed up to the attic and brought down a box full of old photos, awards and yellowing papers with strange writing on them. “Here!” she cried. And out of the box came a strange drawing on notebook paper that for all intents and purposes looked strangely similar to the images on our driveway.
“How did this come to be in our old papers and photos?” I asked. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I gazed upon the same kind of simple forms, expressive lines, strange faces and body parts and proportions. “This must be by the same hand…er…appendage, whatever.” I was now feeling quite strange. The drawings reminded me of the Gila Cliff drawings I’d seen after my last trip to Tucson to visit the grand kids. They were back in Columbus with my son and his wife now and I thought how ironic it was that I had seen the Cliff drawings just after seeing the grandkids and then they return and these driveway drawings show up. How coincidental is that?
My wife explained that the drawings from the attic were done by my sons when they were children. “My God!” I gasped. You don’t suppose they were under some mind control by these same extraterrestrial beings do you?”
We may never know what distant mind created these miraculous images. But I, for one, feel blessed that they appeared at my house.
