The Pleiadians in Kentucky 1959.

Shadowprophet

Truthiness
I thought I had told this story before, to be honest, It could have been way back in the AH days.

I've seen things in my lifetime, I've had experiences, However, I don't feel like being scrutinized and having to go on and on explaining my experiences. That's beside the point, experiences seem to run in my Family, All the way back to my Great grandfather.

My great Grandfather, Thomas Bray, Was riding home from work one night this was Circa 1910, he was in this time in a horse and carriage kind of thing. He saw what looked to him, like a really large Glowing panther, It spooked his horses which ran wildly and broke free from their harnesses he was knocked to the ground, His story or as I have heard it from my father was, that The panther came up to him, It was glowing a blue-green color and it licked him on the face and he passed out, He woke up later and walked home on a broken leg.

My Grandfather Staunchly does not or, did not, Believe in Aliens, or Ghosts, He was coming home from a Bar in Bugtussle Kentucky in 1943 when he met who he claims was the literal Devil, Who tried to provoke him into a fight for his soul, My grandfather ran away from this and the Devil sent, Little demons with huge Black lifeless eyes to chase him, He admittedly passed out from the fear alone when they caught him. Till the very end, My grandfather wondered if he had a soul or if the demons took it.

let's fast forward to the late 1950s, To a story, I know a lot more about in great detail.

It was 1959, In Persimmon Kentucky. My uncle David and My Father Jerry were hunting for Squeals, THey were pretty deep into the woods, and it was getting late, They had just enough time to get home before Dark if they left when they did. So they emptyhandedly set out on their long walk home.

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As they were passing over a hill they heard this, Even my father has problems describing this sound, It was more like a buzzing pressure on their ears than a sound, It was intense, Curious and armed they seek out the source of this, I don't know, Nonsoundy pressure sound? and they spot it, A shiny Metallic Craft,

Silver in color, My father and uncle have described this craft to me in great detail, It was Round like two Silver plates stacked on top of one another, It had two rows of windows that were in the center going all the way around the craft, In one window, My Uncle spotted what looked like a figure, "I have asked countless times, But they couldn't make out what was standing in the window" My uncle David, Who was the younger of the two, Raised his gun and pointed it at the craft, Proclaiming, "I will never get another chance to shoot something like that" As it trained his gun on the craft, The craft made a horrible sound, to hear my father describe the sound, "It was like Thunder and electricity were alive and it made a painful cry" My father Took My uncles gun and threw both guns on the ground and stepped away from them, "As if to say we don't mean any harm"

The craft made another sound, It was painful for them to hear, It made them Dizzy and it made my uncle sick, "He vomited" and just like that, They were standing in a room with a tall Blond man, My father and my uncle till this day, insist they were Swedish. The man who seemed kind asked if they would stand still, THey asked why and the man said so we can clean you up. They stood there and blue warm lights swirled around and when they stopped, They went with the man through a door and met several more "Sweedish people"

Who all seemed very kind and Very healthy, Not just regular healthy, These people seemed like athletes, They were according to my uncle in great shape like they had trained for the Olympics or something.

They asked where they were and they really didn't give a straight answer, They said they were here on business and saw them and wanted to know more about them. Immediately my father begins asking questions about their craft, "How Fast is it" They pointed him to what he thought was a screen, He looked at it and saw Saturn, The man said, " That is a window" That's how fast it was.

After this, Their memories of the event ended with them standing in the woods with their guns in the dark. They found their way home and got scolded for being late for dinner and, No one ever believed their story.

Till this day, They don't like talking about it and only will when I beg them for information.

There are more details to this story, The problem is, I realize how fantastic this seems at this point, However, I don't put this out there in the hopes someone will believe it. I put it out there, Because I've known my father my entire life, He is not a person who likes to lie. He raised me and my brother to believe Liars are worthless people because you can't invest trust into a liar and that lies are one of the worst things a person may ever do to another person. These are the morals we were raised on.

And I stop here only because, No, I'm not spending my entire life defending and rebutting this story. One either accepts that I fully believe it, And is open to the possibility, Or they don't. Either way. What's said is now said.

~Have a good one Yall.
 

Rick Hunter

Celestial
Wow, great stories! Thanks so much for sharing. Did they say if they ever saw the Pleiadians again? A region called the Frazier Land in Anderson County not far from me has a long history of large cats and other cryptids. At least one person claimed that they met Satan in a cave there.
 
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