Tuesday, September 16, 2008

UFOs - Do I Believe????

I'm sitting here watching a UFO show on ABC. Do I believe in UFOs? Well, of course I do - they are UNIDENTIFIED flying objects. Actually, shortly after moving to Tooele, I experienced my first UFO sighting. One evening I was standing out in the front yard near the street. Looking down to the West I saw a strange object moving slowing through the sky, from my perspective near the top of Deseret Peak. I looked almost like it was on fire. I thought when I first saw it that it was a plane on fire, except that it was moving so slow. I stood there watching waiting for the object to fall down from the sky. It moved into a small cloud and I waited for it to come back out (it should have only been in there less than a minute at the rate it was moving). It never came back out. It just disappeared into the cloud. It was moving too slow to be an asteroid. It was definitely large enough that I know I saw it. However, I don't know what it was. So do I believe in UFOs? I have to because I saw one. Do I know if it was an "alien" craft? No. I don't know that. But I know that it was flying and was unidentifiable. Do I believe that there is life and even intelligent life other places in the universe. That is a resounding YES. Given the number of planets that would have to exist around the almost innumerable stars, life would have to exist. This TV show is very convincing. It has to be a government conspiracy to coverup UFOs.... If life is out there, it is out there. If it is visiting our plant, it is visiting. Does it have a direct impact on our lives here on earth? In my view it doesn't. Oh well, the show is over, so I guess I should leave the world of the unknown and return to my own less eventful life.


Kimberly said...

Whether there are "aliens" or not, it's fun to think about! (I'm the say way with ghosts--I don't know if I believe or not, though I want to...)

David Gibby said...

I believe there are ghosts, spirits, essences (whatever people call them) that reside with us. Shortly after Taylor died, we were awakened one night by a small music box that we had received as a gift when he was born. It had never been wound and just started to play in the middle of the night (both Sherrie and I woke up to it). At the time (and I still feel this way) I believed that it was Taylor communicating to us that he was there, knew we were grieving and wanted to help comfort us.