May 20, 11:23 PM
Last night, I was just being a regular human. I wasn’t thinking about UFOs, portals, ancient bloodlines, or hybrid programs. No cosmic transmissions. No high vibe downloads. Just me, cruising home, listening to The Wall by Pink Floyd, vibing hard in my own mundane little corner of Earth.
And it felt good, you know? Grounded. Normal. That rare kind of night where you’re fully immersed in humanness, car lights, potholes, bass in the speakers, head nodding, no existential crisis in sight.
And then…A damn fireball.
Not a metaphor. Not a feeling. A literal golden, star-shaped fireball bursting into view as I turned a corner like it had been waiting for me to look up.
At first, I thought:
“What is that? is that a star?”
But stars don’t have glittering gold fronts shaped like stars with a long turquoise white green tail that light up the night sky. Stars don’t leave you staring into the sky whispering:
“It is a star… but it’s not.”
but let me back up. The day before this, I saw not one, not two but eight or nine UFOs. Yeah. A full aerial parade. My brain kept trying to explain it away:
“Okay maybe it’s a meteor shower. Maybe I’m reading into this.”
But then one fleet went vertical instead of horizontal.
And then the next day, while I’m embracing my inner human and deciding not to think about aliens, the universe throws a golden fireball across the sky like….hey starseed, we see you vibin’. Just making sure you didn’t forget who you are….nice.
Because I didn’t feel like a starseed in that moment. I felt like a woman in a car, vibing to The Wall, windows cracked just enough to taste the night air, mind silent for once. But maybe that’s exactly why it came. Sometimes the universe allows you to settle into Earth before reminding you you’re not from here…why? because in our complacency the signs are so much louder
One response to “The Fireball that Followed a Night of UFO Sightings”
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