THEY CAST NO LIGHT

I am known by friends and family alike as being a night owl, but as an author and investigator of the unknown, I have no set working hours. I have conducted ghost investigations that began around 8PM and did not conclude until two in the morning. On the other hand, I usually begin a Bigfoot investigation during the daylight hours to look for clues, or could begin or continue an investigation at midnight in the hopes of catching the elusive creature during the dark of the night when they are more likely to be seen. A good UFO skywatch usually begins after the sun set and can last until the wee hours of the morning. I must say that in the last several years I have adapted fairly well to my unusual work schedule, even though I still hate getting up in early in the morning when I usually do not go to be till between 2 and 5AM every night.

Oct. 12th was a day I was up and out of the house by 9AM, but not to do an investigation. I drove 70 miles to pick up a dear friend/investigator, and then another 80 miles to spend the day with a couple who lived in the Miami area.

About an hour after leaving  and after dropping off my fellow researcher, I witnessed something strange about 30 miles from my home. I exited I-40 West bound onto the West bound lanes of I-840. This interstate is an uncompleted outer loop that will eventually circle Nashville. This interstate is designed for few exits, and so therefore the traffic volume late at night is very light, and residential lights from homes is sparse to say the least. The only vehicles I passed was a tractor trailer truck on the entrance ramp onto I-840, and a car and another truck about a mile future down the road. For the next ten to fifteen minutes there was not another car in sight, and I was traveling around 80 MPH. Eventually I passed a third exit and noticed a flashing traffic light on the overpass bridge, but never saw a vehicle. About 1 minute later I glanced at the rear view mirror and noticed a very bright, round light behind me which at first I took to be a car with only one headlight about 50 yards behind me. I reasoned that for this vehicle to catch up to me so fast that they would have to be traveling nearly 100 MPH. I expected at any second he would change lanes and pass me, but this did not occur. I continued to glance in my rear view mirror and noticed several strange things. If this was a car with only one head light, he would have to be startling either the center, broken line or the outside line of the right lane for the light was dead center of my vehicle. Dismissing this, I reasoned that it was instead a motorcycle behind me, but I also wondered why if he caught up with me so fast, then why was he not passing me. I also wondered why I could not distinguish any reflective metal pieces from the headlight of whatever vehicle it was. There was something strange that I could not put my finger on about the headlight and the light emanating from it.

For the next minute or so I continued down the road and constantly glanced back at the light. It continued to stay some 50 yards behind me and directly center of my vehicle. Looking forward I saw that some distance in front of me was a sharp curve to the right, and I noticed the faint glow of headlights on the east bound side of the interstate of what turned out to be tractor trailer truck. I thought to myself that it would be a perfect time to see what vehicle was behind me when the truck got even with my vehicle. I was sure that the glow of its headlights would illuminate the vehicle behind me. I continued to glance in my rear view mirror then back toward the truck trying to judge the right moment when the trucks headlights would be optimal to satisfy my curiosity. The truck was only a few hundred yards in front of me and there still a slight curve in the road when I glanced at the light behind me for what would be the last time. It was at this precise moment when the answer to the question I had about the strangeness of the light dawned on me. Why it took me so long to realize what was strange, I do not know. Sometimes in my world it works this way when dealing with things that turn out to be this strange.

The light I was seeing was actually two separate lights. One light was round, about 1 and 1/2 time the size of dinner plate, and a foot or so underneath this light was a narrow, rectangular light in a downward, forward angle to the road surface. Both lights were of an extremely bright, white intensity, though neither light put forth any residual light that reflected in front, to the side or below either light. There was complete blackness/darkness around both lights, including the separation area between the two lights. I had seen this effect many times before during my abductions. I would be led down a circular hallway by one or two alien beings, a light from a unknown source would proceed in front us lighting our way, but behind us would be darkness. I would then be taken into another room, a dimly lit circular room off of the circular hallway where I would be subjected to various emotional, mental and physical procedures. Though I would usually be in a state of paralysis, at times I could see the door off of the hallway that I was led through. It was mind boggling to see a very bright, white light in the hallway, but this light never once penetrated the dimly lit circular room. It was if there was an invisible barrier of some sort that was able to repel the white light from entering the dimly lit room, or that the beings have the technology to alter the natural laws of physic pertaining to light. Of course the natural laws of physics, or for that matter the natural laws of anything, are based only on the intelligence of what humans understand and believe at this point in time, and not on the understanding and knowledge of universal laws that we can't even begin to fathom.

A sense of relief came over me as I glanced at the truck again. When I looked back at the lights, the lights were gone. The truck headlights did illuminate my side of the interstate enough for me to confirm that no vehicle was behind me. The hope of knowing the source for the lights faded, but not the memory of the experience. Once again as has happened so many times in the past, something strange occurred that once again left many unanswered questions. What I experienced was not what I believed I experienced, but knowing what I experienced was a real event in my life. Basically the only difference between believing something is/was real and knowing something is/was real, is that believing leaves that little room for doubt. Knowing leaves no room for doubt. For the most part I have learned to judge the realness of an experience not by what my eyes see, what my body feels, what human technology supposedly proves or what my brain tells me to believe, but by what my sixth sense, my gut feeling tells me...the same way I know without a doubt that my wife and children love me without reservations or restrictions.

                                                                                                             Sandy Nichols  

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