The time of year matters: it was November, and from memory it was 1993 or 1994. I was living in the flat attached to my parents’ large farmhouse in Barcombe, East Sussex. I remember I was on my own, as they often went down to France.
It was definitely a Sunday when I was alerted by a huge mechanical noise outside.
Let me set the scene. It was past midnight, and the sound came from the fields behind the farmhouse. Apart from a tiny road a further mile behind the house, there was nothing but fields.
The sound was like that of a jet engine, really, like a massive jet engine. I went to the bathroom window but could see absolutely nothing, just this huge engine noise. It was a not a particularly cloudy night. It was inexplicable. You might say, “Maybe it was a combine harvester or something.” I spent decades living in the country, I know what a combine harvester sounds like, and it does not sound like an enormous, powerful jet engine. There would certainly be no farmer out in the field at that time of year.
This was definitely a UFO, absolutely no doubt about it. And I know experts, psychologists, deniers, will come up with all sorts of reasons why I’ve got it wrong, my imagination, stress, blah blah blah. But I got up and stood by that window for five minutes before, like an aeroplane, you could hear it take off, but horizontally. As I say, I didn’t see anything, there were no lights. Maybe it just didn’t have any, or maybe it was a few miles away, deeper into the countryside. But I was standing there and I knew exactly what happened.
We had one nearish neighbour at the farmhouse. In the 13 years we lived there I never once spoke to him, except once. A few weeks later, when we happened to pass each other while out walking, normally we’d just nod, he stopped. John was a sober businessman, someone you’d trust implicitly. I’d not really thought any more about the sound, it was just weird. Maybe it was my imagination. But it wasn’t. He asked me, in a matter of fact way, whether I’d heard that sound on a Sunday night a few weeks earlier. He smiled and said, “That was definitely a UFO.”
There is absolutely no other explanation for it. There is no way that could have been the sound of anything else. The raw, precise, clinical quality of the engine, tight, powerful, was like a jet engine, but not a jet engine we would know. The closest thing it resembled was a jet, but it didn’t sound like something made on this earth.
I know what I heard.
In Britain, recent polling suggests that around half of adults believe intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe, roughly one in five think some UFO reports could be visits to Earth, and about seven percent say they’ve personally seen something they’d call a UFO—figures that show curiosity is widespread even if certainty is rare.
Reflecting the official line, the UK Ministry of Defence acknowledges that UAP, Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena, reports occur and has released historical files, but maintains that decades of sightings have produced no evidence of extraterrestrial technology and no indication of a defence threat, so it no longer runs a dedicated UFO desk.”
In the US, where tracking etc is far more advanced the Government acknowledges UAP as real, unexplained reports and runs formal channels.
AARO’s reviews find no verified evidence of alien technology or beings, declassified Navy videos are authentic yet remain unidentified, so the official position is, UAP exist as unknowns, not confirmed extraterrestrials. An acceptance of UFO sightings but no understanding of how or what they are, unidentified, obviously.
Realistically, given a universe of trillions of galaxies, each hosting hundreds of billions of stars,
with uncountable worlds, the rare becomes inevitable somewhere, so believing we’re the only life is the least likely claim and to say there are no UFOs is actually the barmy claim.
I know what I heard.
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