I worked at an electronics firm in Lincoln throughout the 1980s.

One day while working as an applications engineer, as well as an assistant to the owner/manager, the lady in the shipping department came running into my office yelling repeatedly that I had to, “Come back into the storage room and see this! Quick, come see it now!!!”

After some coaxing I began to realize something very unusual was happening. So I left my desk and began to follow her. She kept yelling that something very strange was happening and a mysterious voice was calling for me by name — “John Foster.” She was so excited that I couldn’t really understand what was happening. She had mentioned that whatever it was was up on one of the shelves in the storage room.

As we approached the room I could hear a strange hissing and roaring…and I could hear a voice speaking clearly but it was a little muffled. As we entered the room she pointed up to a storage shelf near us. She then began running for her shipping desk in the back of the room, still confused but still talking.

As I stood there shocked by what I saw, I heard the voice sputtering a message that I now know was a somewhat typical message I had heard at other times. However I still cannot recall the exact words spoken. It had something to do with history, eternal knowledge, and the Native Americans. However, many times the Native Americans were not included. “The Voice” often sounded like a barker at a circus, as in this case. And I do recall that it spoke my name at least a couple of times.

I stood there in front of it for a short time and then moved quickly to the shipping table where the lady and I discussed what it might be and what we should then do to inform someone. We agreed that someone should be the owner of the business. But as we were walking toward his office, we met him in the hall and he immediately insisted that we follow him. He interrupted us periodically trying to tell us he had just made a decision to use the lady and me in some different way than what we were doing at the time. In other words, he was going to change our responsibilities. He opened the back door and insisted that we follow him. He was so insistent that we could not impress upon him that our information about the windowed saucer and voice was extremely important.

As we followed him outside, across a parking area to a picnic table, he began discussing how important his message was going to be. He would not let us interrupt him, not even for a few seconds.

Sitting at the picnic table he went on expressing his message and we soon began to hear low hissing and roaring behind us. The lady and I looked behind us and saw The Windowed Saucer manifesting from the haze, fog, and distorted atmosphere. We tried to interrupt our boss, but he was so intent on giving us his message he didn’t even turn to see what we saw.

The small Windowed Saucer slowly moved a few feet toward the southeast and disappeared before we physically grabbed our boss to turn him around to see what we had seen. After we had gained his attention, he didn’t seem to be impressed at all. He just considered it a mystery that was not nearly important as what he had told us.

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Well, even though many things could be gleaned from the entire ordeal, we all three then began to talk about business and what our boss had come out to tell us. We soon forgot what had happened and didn’t talk about it after that. Yet, after my initial 1986 flood of recollections, after I remembered the entire ordeal, I contacted my boss to tell him about it. I asked him how to contact the lady. She had left her job and moved to California a few years earlier. She didn’t leave any contact information. I therefore have missed making contact with another person who would be an excellent witness.

Many somewhat unknown things are important about this encounter. How “The Voice,” for instance, knew that the lady was in the storage room, how he knew when to speak, how did whoever was in control know when to manifest the craft, etc, etc. A book could be written about it. The discussion is too lengthy to include here.