March 5 began with a phone call from an old friend who knew a boogied physic in Toledo.
“ Patti says you are going to see a spaceship on March 7. “he said over the phone.
I replied, “Why don’t you come up here with me?”
I was near Charlottesville, Virginia, planting baby tree seedlings, hundreds every day. Phil was in Toledo, Ohio. I had known him since Elementary school.
I had to get it together. I was in the middle of a burnt out National forest with little money and a lot of faith. I had just met the physic in Toledo a few days before. She was the real deal. When I met her, I thought here is a Holy lady, a right hand woman of God. I was Happy Badger, recently named by a new age medicine man named Little Feather. He worked his magic at a special mushroom ceremony in a park near Hyattsville MD.
I had an immediate choice. My niece had a birthday on March 7 also. I had seen her birth and attended every birthday in Washington D.C. Now, I was officially on a quest as Happy Badger. I chose the latter, and destiny.
I was a pretty current journalist with a keen sense, so I paid attention to everything. I was on alert. Where was I going to be on March 7? I was in a burnt out forest every day planting trees. That might be a good place. I was living in an abandoned shack, a place given to me by a friend in Charlottesville. It was known for it’s cute herb hanging qualities. I began each morning by jump-starting my red fiat by a creek. I was also part of a New Age weekly meeting group in Charlottesville. We met, about 20 of us, to talk about New Age stuff. I was there to possibly meet a girl friend. I was 26. I told everyone of my phone call and journey hoping for some enthusiasm. I got none. I did however, excite a guy, who after the meeting, stopped me and handed me a 5 dollar bill.
“Good luck, “ he said and tell me what happens.
It was happening fast. I had considered a couple silos, since I had just had an experience climbing up and down one a few days earlier. I had been mad.
That morning I did everything like normal. There was the kid waiting for his bus on the roadside. But, when I got to the old General Store to meet the other tree planters, it was an hour early. I immediately looked in my car trunk for a book to read while I waited. I picked up the only available paperback and was drawn to the back cover. There was a special story about Edgar Cayce, a famous psychic who had a library in Virginia Beach. He believed in Space people and was only a couple hours from my current residence. I decided, on the spot, that was my viewing site. I only had the five dollars, given to me by the guy in the metaphpysics meeting. I left around 2 am. I was half asleep at the wheel, some because I was excited and some because it was so late.
It was dawn when I reached Virginia Beach. Suddenly, my front engine fell down. I stopped in the first gas Station. It cost me five bucks, but he held the engine up with a couple old fan belts. I had made it. I noticed immediately that there were low flying aircraft, jets, crossing the sky every couple minutes. It was an Air Force base. I headed for the beach and dozed off with my dog named Dreamer. After noon, I headed to the Edgar Cayce library. It was a modern building filled with his portraits, awards and beliefs. One room in the back was dedicated to hid work and belief in Space People. I met up with a group of young believers at a long table inside the library. Of course I told them all why I was there and invited them that night to see a flying saucer. I didn’t get any takers. I was on my own. Or was I?
I walked outside. There was a path that led through a little woods and straight into a courtyard filled with condiminiums. The building at the edge o f the court was vacant. It was a two story building with a porch. It was easily accessible for me and my telescope. It was a six foot white telescope, given to me free, following the ceremony when I got named Happy Badger. Her name was Luminous. At the time, she just said, I don’t know why I’m giving you this.
Around eight, I left Dreamer in the car, went to the front door and boosted myself and telescope up the front porch overhang to the roof, a flat rooftop. I set up the telescope and myself and aimed towards the constelation ORION. It was the only constellation I knew. After an hour, I was frustrated and laid the telescope down. I “free scoped” Orion instead. “Free scoping,” is another word for viewing, when you concentrate on one spot, or star in this case and blank out on the whole scene. If you move your eyes, at all, you mess up seeing anything move in that scene. I wasn’t moving when suddenly “a light “ moved towards me from Orion. Away from the constellation, it dipped like a yoyo, went right back up and then to my right and out to sea. I jumped up and stated, “You’re never getting me up in that thing, That’s like a Model T Ford spaceship. “
A few minutes later I was packed up and back in my car. I didn’t have the money to get back, so I went into an all night diner to ask for work. For 5 dollars and breakfast, I cleaned out two refrigerataors for the owner. I’ll never forget March 7.