Sending both mine out tomorrow. Crossing the pond on Monday. If you have me please take a picture before you send and post for me. Thanks guys!!!
This image was electronically transmitted to me through my cell phone during a period of unusual electrical storm activity late last night. It was about 2 a.m. and I awoke to a great clatter upon my roof. There had been some intense lightning and thunder in the area, and the smell of ozone outside was redolent and fecund.
I stepped outside to see if a branch had hit the house. It was dark. Very dark. The massive arms of the large oak trees in the yard were waving wildly in the wind as I peered up. I couldn't see anything, and then a flash of lightning pierced the inky darkness. There, perched next to the chimney, was something enormous and black, matte black. I blinked my eyes thinking I was hallucinating or still asleep. Anything to explain what I was seeing.
Like a great curving tusk of obsidian shining dully in the intermittent flashes as the electrical storm raged above me I could make out what appeared to be a runner, forty feet long and as smooth as glass and straddling the peak of the roof. Above it a capsule of some sort, also the dull matte black of cast iron but gleaming, smooth, and clearly the work of some great craftsmen or higher technological power than that familiar to me. It was oblong but tapered for unfathomable speed, fully enclosed with windows or portals that looked like liquid mother of pearl or quicksilver made hard.
Connected by silver gossamer cables there was what I can only call a giant Elk which alternately appeared and disappeared in the flashing light and seemed to be composed entirely of iridescence, carbon and blue light standing in front of this wondrous vehicle and poised with fantastic straining muscles to take flight in an instant. As I stared, gape jawed and trembling into the night trying to convince myself it was real, I felt and heard a harmonic unlike the noise around me in the storm. In seconds I realized it was my phone which I had grabbed in my rush to see to this matter. I still don't know why I chose that moment to pull it out of my pocket and see who could be sending me a message at this surreal moment in the dead of night, but I did.
Just a photo on the screen, and "Unknown Number". I looked back to my roof. It was gone. Nothing. The last fragments of lightning seemed to have moved to the far horizon and stopped in moments. The oak trees resumed their silent, centuries long vigil. I was alone, outside, in the night and there was nothing on my roof. Was I dreaming? Was I ill, feverish, delusional? Was I insane?
I returned to my bed and fell almost instantly asleep, almost as if I was drugged or so worn out that I couldn't keep my eyes open for even a moment. As I slipped into the cottony depths one last thought bubbled up but I was falling too fast to grab it and pull myself back to consciousness to check it : "the message....that picture...what was it??"
I slept a dreamless sleep for the next seven hours. I woke up more refreshed from a full night's sleep than I have felt in years. I immediately checked my phone and found this picture. I have been carefully analyzing it as best as I can since that moment. It appears to contain:
An F2 Blizzard Condor - my analysis suggests near max weight, perhaps 195-198 grams.
An F2 Roc3, I used latent reversal imaging to pick up a reflection from the table surface - it is clearly 180 grams.
A small Roc patch.
A DX Roc, 180 grams, tournament stamped.
A Clear Mini.
A White Star Boss, suitable for dying, appears to be brand new. Stamped with the logo of the University of Oregon disc golf club, that location being a common theme through the next several items.
Eugene, OR locally made jerky. Peppered Beef.
HOP Valley Alphadelic IPA - another Eugene area business.
Ninkasi Total Domination IPA - a Eugene institution.
A re-usable scorecard from the 2013 Eugene Disc Golf Club Ice Bowl.
Was it an alien on my roof? Some being from another dimension and time? Was I drugged, abducted, experimented upon in my nether regions and then sent back to bring you this message? Was it some Black Clad "Secret Santa" in a high tech sleigh beaming the evidence of presents for good little boys to my I-Phone? I'll never know.
I'll never know.