When Cyrellys Geibhendach asked me to be a writer on this esteemed blog, I was greatly pleased, and excited. Then, I wondered what I might write about, like the subject matter wasn’t obvious. Still, I figured, how might I introduce myself, and I thought that the best way to let people know who I am was to open with a history and a story about how I went from being a psychologist with a well paying government job to a Ufologist and Field Investigator for MUFON. The best way to sum up the following discourse is to say, “when one learns the truth, they will eventually follow their hearts, not what the society dictates, mandates, or expects. (my words)”
So, it actually starts when I was a young kid growing up in Ardmore, PA. I was about 8 years old back then, and I had an experience that, for all intent and purpose, was a “cover memory” for what likely happened. Since I have never delved into the meaning behind it, I will describe what I remembered happening, albeit briefly. On that morning, I recall having breakfast. I bantered about with my aunts for a bit, and I gazed off into the spacious back yard, out the kitchen window that overlooks the slanted grey doors that lead to the cellar. Off in the distance stood the giant apple tree, and the Mimosa tree that grew up tall, right across from it. The sky was overcast, and although it had not rained, it was humid, and moisture hung heavy in the air. As I gazed out onto the hazy morning, I suddenly noticed a sound that reminded me of a deep hum, either inside my head, or ambient, in the air around me. It then morphed into a sound resembling hundreds of propellers, or a very powerful electro-magnetic vibration. It was a very loud sound, but not painful, as I thought it might have become as it got louder. I watched the overcast sky, transfixed on the brightest patch in the grey cloud bank. There appeared ripples in the clouds, as if something were moving in the clouds, coming in my direction. They were gentle ripples at first, but with the loudness of the noise increasing, so the ripples became more turbulent. Then, taken quite by surprise, what appeared to be a blimp or a dirigible broke the surface of the cloud cover! It appeared to be smooth, long and silver-grey. It dipped out of the clouds like an upside-down dolphin. As quickly as it moved out of the cloud cover, it disappeared behind the clouds once more. Following this, objects of every shape and size – looking like, but not quite, terrestrial flying vehicles dipped out of the clouds, twisted and turned, and made their way back into the cloudbank. My 8 year old brain processed these as shapes similar to what we now call jets and planes, but some were very peculiar, with strange angular configurations, and the occasional bank of lights attached. All were silver-grey, shiny, and smooth appearing. They moved with grace through the air, which, upon reflecting, had to be intelligently controlled. I was agog at their beauty and sweeping motion. As the last object passed into the cloud cover, the hum began to wane, and I was no longer feeling compelled to fix my vision upon the sky. It was a message I received that day, for the experience left me feeling encouraged, and I developed a keen interest in things aeronautic, from planes to UFOs. My first books were “The Interrupted Journey,” the story of Betty and Barney Hill, and “Inside the Space Ships, by Adamski. I have, since then, borrowed or purchased every book on the UFO phenomenon I could get my hands on. Way back then, I can only identify that message I received from that sighting as saying to me “We are here. We are waiting. The time is soon.” Now, I think that time is imminent, as I see my destiny coming to the fore. Things happen for good reason, and in the words of one of my mentors, Sigmund Freud, “There are no mistakes or coincidences.” Everything I have experienced has led to this day, in order to prepare me for the work ahead. Exopolitics will be the up-and-coming new branch of governments all over the world. And, the time is imminent.
Next time, I will finish the story about the transition from psychologist to Ufologist. Thanks for reading! See you next time.
Michael Austin Melton, M.S., Psy.D.
