At least twice in my life I have seen a trinity of stars, dancing in the night sky, moving together as if they were one body. I recently heard the word “trio” to describe these threesomes, but I am not sure if there is an official term for these constellations of mystery.
The first time I remember seeing them was with one of my oldest childhood friends. My mom had just tragically passed away, and we were returning from spreading her ashes in Oak Creek Canyon, Sedona. It was 2005, and I was four months pregnant with my daughter at the time.
On the main highway back to Phoenix, my friend and I watched three lights dart across the sky, always holding a triangular shape but shifting angles and size. It wasn’t an overly dramatic scene, but we both saw it and were transfixed. It moved all around the sky, the three lights dancing, not like anything either of had ever seen or heard of before. It didn’t shock either of us, but to this day we both agree we saw it together.
Fast forward about 15 years. It was 2021, and I was just dipping my foot into the UFO world. My sixth-grade advisory students loved talking about ancient aliens and the “Storm Area 51” meme. A few of my boys were especially into it, and I loved connecting with them about these topics, so I began looking into UAPs and was intrigued with what I found. Basically, I found my way to the think tanks of #UFOtwitter and Reddit.
The preliminary report by the U.S. Director of National Intelligence on Unidentified Aerial Phenomena was about to be released, so it felt like an awesome time to bring the topic into my classroom.
My friends knew I was getting excited about UFOs, but this was the very early days of me getting interested in the topic in earnest.
That June, on a gorgeous evening at my favorite local volcano, Mt. Tabor, the wonderful weirdos of Portland had begun a weekly Wednesday-night rave on our urban volcano, overlooking the city.
Afterwards, I was walking down the hill with one of my best friends when we saw three ultra-sparkling lights in a perfect diagonal. They looked peculiar and compelling, so I asked if we could pause to watch them. She emphatically agreed, serendipitously, a lone musician by the reservoir was serenading us as we stood there.
We watched and filmed for a little while, but as soon as we put down the phone one of the lights shot off at warp speed to the west.
We both saw it and were stunned. A few minutes later, the second one zipped off in the opposite direction at an inconceivable speed. And then, shortly after, the third sped straight up into the sky, gone in a flash.
We were flabbergasted. I had only just started to get excited about UFOs, and here was this provocative gift. I even called MUFON to report it, and they agreed it was anomalous.
A few weeks later came the bath that changed my life, and a few weeks or months after that I discovered the word “experiencer.” From then on, I began to understand that UFOS are probably the least interesting thing about UFOs.
Do you have any connections? I would love to hear them!