Chris. I also wasn't aware about you having a sighting of your own. Would you mind describing it a bit here?
Which one? I've had dozens. I think you are referring to my first sighting in New Paltz, NY during the fall of 1979.
(excerpt from
Secrets of the Mysterious Valley Adventures Unlimited Press 2007 pages 16-17)
In 1979, I lived in a basement apartment in the Bronx, a few blocks away from Lehman College [where I was attending school], with a roommate, a philosophy major named Gustavo. Gus and I (and the gang of students we hung-out with) were ‘70s seekers interested in all kinds of esoteric subject matter and pursuits. My fascination with the paranormal and the occult found me devouring countless books on many hidden subjects and checking out various schools of so-called secret knowledge.... [SNIP]
September 21, 1979, New Paltz, New York. College town, Upstate. My brother Brendon, a couple of friends and our girlfriends had headed north from the Big Apple to visit several friends attending SUNY New Paltz where we attended a Gentle Giant concert...[SNIP]
The show ended with a rousing finale, and our group of six friends, ranging in age between eighteen through twenty-two, headed rambunctiously down the hill to sky-watch in the center of the New Paltz athletic field, before car-pooling to a party outside of town.
I've always been a country boy at heart and it was nice to get out of the city, with its gross light pollution, breathe the fresh air and really see the glorious night sky. I laid down on my back with my hands behind my head and basked in the starlight, picking out constellations and planets. I was the one who noticed the group of objects first. Five orange points of light, high up, straight overhead, seemed to drift in the sky pretending to be stars. They were definitely 1+ magnitude in brightness and about the size of Mars. I watched for several seconds to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. Sure enough, they were moving. As soon as I realized this, they stopped, then dimmed slightly. They were hiding. I felt sure for some reason, they had responded to my awareness of them.
Without taking my eyes off them, I casually mentioned the objects to the group, who initially paid no attention. They were too busy horsing around. Finally, my brother Brendon looked up long enough to confirm what I was describing, and the rest of the group began to watch.
The lights just milled around for several minutes with no discernible pattern to their movement. Brendon suggested we attempt to communicate with them. At first, everyone laughed, but we were able to convince the group to lay on the field while Brendon traced out geometric shapes out of our line of sight behind us. We watched the objects closely. First, he traced out a square. I stood in the middle to verify. Sure enough, the lights quickly arranged themselves into a square. I gave a running monologue. "Yep, now the one on the right is moving closer to the one on the left, while Mr. Lower left is heading toward Mrs. Lower right—we have a square:" You get the picture.
Next, Brendon traced out a circle. The objects obliged him and formed a circle high in the sky. I was watching, when someone asked rhetorically, "I wonder why they don't come closer." Someone else exclaimed "LOOK!" The objects appeared to rush downward towards us as they became larger and brighter. Someone else said "No, not that close," and they slowly appeared to stop and then slowly regain altitude. This brought out oohs and aahhs from the group. Brendon quickly traced out a triangle. Again, the lights responded in kind. It seemed we were communicating with these unidentified lights in the sky. I suggested that Brendon try tracing out three wavy lines, a play on the parapsychology test-card. A sixth light approached and joined the original five and we stayed on the field for a while longer watching the objects drift around and, like typical kids, I'm embarrassed to say,
we got bored and went to the party! I quizzed everyone the following day about our shared experience, and no one thought it had been a big deal. "Yeah, that was kinda cool man, playing with the UFOs…" Years later, [1989] I found out that it was during that same Fall 1979 time period that Whitley Strieber claimed he had amazing alien visitation experiences at his nearby New Paltz cabin – just a few miles from the college where we had our group experience.