|Occurred : 5/4/1990 12:20 (Entered as : 05/04/90 12:20)
Reported: 3/19/2000 09:34
Location: Malibu, CA
|i was surfing, with another guy, at County Line (across from Neptune's Net), when it came out of the fog bank just offshore.
the stranger and i were focused on the horizon, awaiting another wave. we didn't know each other, but it's wise to buddy-up when you're in the drink, so there we were, silent, sitting on boards, acknowledging the expectation that if either one would have a problem, the other'd be close by. it was a good morning of waves, coming in sets about 7-10 minutes apart. between the sets, at exactly 12:20 PDT, what looked to me like a brushed aluminum saucer with a bump in the middle (both top and bottom alike), approached the shoreline from out of the fog bank sitting about a mile offshore. it was the size of a US nickel held at arm's length, and stopped its lateral approach to the shoreline just inside the fog bank, where it was clear and sunny. i couldn't discern any kind of external rotation, but looking back in my mind, i believe perhaps the 'bumps' were rotating, although i couldn't say why. maybe they had black slits or something (which would be subtle when moving, like a zoetrope or something). so it comes in to the sun, settles (at about 300 feet over the ocean surface), and begins an oscillating descent, much like a flat rock in water, or a leaf towards terra. side to side it drops, for about 3 times. on the 4th, it slowed, tilted towards the shore (us), tilted away, and then, in a blink of an eye, took off at a 60 degree climb into and through the fog bank, out to sea. this happened in the space of about 10 seconds, so we had time to process the event as it happened. the non-ballistic demonstration reeked of electromagnetic drive (no sound, super-fast, zero-G). we looked over at each other. "You see that?" "Yep." "((deleted))." silence returned, as we realized deep in the core of our consciousness, that life was deeper than the ocean we surf. we didn't talk any more, transcended by the experience, peaceful that the answer was a resounding 'yes.' the next set of waves passed by while we both kept staring out at the fog bank, boards pointed towards the open ocean, the sky into which the ! 'craft' had disappeared.