I realized early during my 1986/1987 flood of recollections that the time-space warp during most of my so-called UFO encounters was controlled by who I call “the mysterious intelligences,” in the immediate local areas…in various unsymmetrical volumes of yards, feet and inches…sometimes here and there, but obviously in patterns where we could clearly see them. While some of us saw and participated, within and out of the volumes, others just sat or stood frozen or went on their way not noticing the bizarre activity…all which was solidly related somehow to at least three dimensional time/space. Sometimes we were captivated by some invisible force, but at other times we could move freely. … and there’s more.
If you don’t recall, when my relatives and I were at the city square in Santa Fe, New Mexico, I believe during the summer of 1951, others and I saw this happen all day, including at our motel, in various places in the city, and at a campground just northeast of Santa Fe. During one period that lasted an hour or more, the entire square was consumed with fog as disc-shaped craft hovered above it. Strangers also saw some of what we saw. I heard people on the sidewalks near the stores that were near the square talk about it. Then later, while visiting the Indians who were selling their art just north of the square, the small booth developed in the middle of the northwest street intersection and my cousins and I sat inside the small booth while my aunt took at least two photos…one of the booth while it was manifesting from fog (it looked square but like fog) and the other of my cousins and me waving from inside the booth. She might have taken more photos and tried to take more, but her camera malfunctioned.
The Indians suddenly gathered all of their jewelry and began leaving. My uncle asked one of them why and the Indian said it was because they thought I was attracting the spirits and they didn’t know if they were good or evil. My uncle grabbed me by an arm and began pulling me away from the square very forcefully. I asked him why and he told me about his conversation with the Indian. We later were not allowed to enter one of the Indian museums for the same reason. …and we experienced many more UFO encounters that day and later that evening at the campground northeast of Santa Fe, where my uncle began to give me trouble because of the craft, etc. The next morning he was bombarded by several large craft that lined up, then decreased in size and swooped in to a foot or so over his head where they exploded like dynamite. They then reappeared, got in line again as if they wanted another shot at him, and again swooped over his head and exploded, etc. I could write an entire book about that day in Santa Fe.
(I saw two of the photos two-and-a-half decades later before my recollections. My aunt said she didn’t know what the booth was and asked me if I wanted the photos because she was going to clean out her collection of photos. When I looked at them closely, I got deeply depress and told her I didn’t want them. I’ve tried to find out if her children have them, but apparently she destroyed them shortly after I told her I didn’t want them.)