It began one night in 1960 , a small town in lower Michigan where I lived with my parents and two brothers. Just a small country neighborhood where everyone knew everyone . I recall my Dad telling us to get ready we were going to go have a dairy queen , It was a hot evening in late July , as a family we piled into our car and left the driveway. Our ride however  din't last long, by the time we made it to the end of our street , the clouds began to roll,  hovering above the car, the sky had turned green, yet there was no rain, no thunder, no lightening .

       Concerned acting , my father turned the car around and back home we went, I recall my mom telling my brother to run down the street and ask the neighbors to come outside and take a look.  Somehow even as a small child I could tell my parents were acting very oddly , usually a storm would have had  Dad yelling " get in the house" yet not this time ! I don't  remember the exact time span or time of evening , But soon all the neighbors on the street were in front of our house watching .  

     The clouds had lifted , the sky pitch black,   not  a star  or  a movement in the sky above , Suddenly out of the Heavens , colored rays,  Red , Blue, Green, yellow,   streaked down into our yard at a near 45 degree angle ,     nearly touching the grass .   A hush fell over the small group of people, some clasping hands,  No one moving, what were we wittnessing

An act of God ?

A natural Phenomenon ? 

     We stood in fear  yet basking in the awsome beauty , the colors more intense than the brightest rainbow I'd ever  seen . 

Was it the end of TIME ?

The question was in the minds of all .

     Someone went to call a Tv station asking them what it was, There reply back to us was, "They just  did'nt know and would be down on their knees praying ". 

No ufo's , no little green people from mars , only us left standing.

     I belive the lights lasted for over an hour , Then as the lights began to fade . There was a stillness in the air , a quiet hush , we watched the sky before us return  to normal . The evening sky clear, the bright stars above filled the heavens in bright twinkles , even a small airplane over head could be heard .   People shook there heads mummering only to themselves and left for home , leaving the one question on their minds , 

What had we seen ?

  The mysery to go unsolved for many years to come , For some possibly a life time !

The only explaination was to accept that maybe we had seen the

Northern Light's 

Though many years have gone by , sometimes this night will come up in a conversation , each person  describing these lightes differently . 

  People who lived only streets away didn't see these lights at all !! 

  Only the people that night on our street , in front of our little house .

A natural Phenomenon ?

An act of God Will we really ever know ?

A close encounter of the third kind ?

Taffney

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 The Following Story was written by Jeanne

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Remembering

Remembering my past, to get on with living, it wasn't of happiness, joy or giving. I hated life, I didn't like me, I longed to get out, to be set free.

I remember thinking I wasn't really there, going through the events, suspended in air. It was happening before me, I could see, just couldn't believe it was happening to me. I was sworn to secrecy, threatened with harm, if I ever told, they'd at least break my arm. I was so scared, so full of fear, It kept on happening, year after year.

They didn't care, they thought it was a game, turning it around, making me feel the shame. Of allowing this to happen, was it my fault? I know better now, but then I was caught. I felt so alone, like nobody would care, I longed to tell someone, but no one was there. Feeling so sad, overcome with sorrow, wishing with my heart, there'd be no tomorrow. To have brothers that would hurt me this way, when I wanted to be a child, going out to play. They killed my spirit, I had no self-worth, I wanted to go back, take away my birth.

Never to have been born, was always my dream, always instead I wanted to scream. Somebody notice what is happening to me! Mommy! Daddy! Can't you see? Didn't you notice I was quiet, too scared to speak? The stench of the moment had to reek. My nights were full of nightmares, I felt insane, upon my pillow my tears would stain. I cried so softly, so nobody'd be aware, the depth of my sadness, my feeling of despair. Wishing it would stop, wishing I would die, they'd be back again, I could only cry.

I don't remember my age when it came to an end, all I knew was that I needed a friend. Human beings I could not trust, I tried that once, it was a bust. The first time I drank, the sadness all left me, this was my friend, I could clearly see. My mind was empty, I couldn't feel a thing, what joy and happiness I thought this would bring. My life kept going, the years trudged by, I learned to go on, not a tear in my eye. I lost the memories for so many a year, still I didn't know why I felt so much fear. Very soon it took more than just beer, to push down the memories, keep it in the rear. Back of my mind those memories were staying, I didn't know what they were, in back still remaining.

I tried all the drugs from reefer to speed, anything at all to fill my deep need. Most everything worked for just a short while, drugs, sex and drinking, my surviving style. One day I looked around me, looked at my life, My God! I had three children and somebody's wife. My daughter was the one to open up the past, she had two older brothers like me, born last. These kids needed me but I wasn't there, I was being a mother but my heart was bare. I could feel the monster trying to come out, nothing would stop it this time, I needed to shout. I realized now my life needed to change, serenity I wanted, I felt so strange. I wanted to feel whole for once in my life, try to be a good mother and also a wife.

I remember the day when my memories came back, was the beginning of my life, I was finally on track. To finally know what the monster was, finally to see, it wasn't my fault, not a thing that happened to me. I had to find out if the monster was real, to not keep wondering, to start to heal. One said "yes" it happened and was sorry it had, the other wouldn't speak to me, but I didn't feel bad. I felt for the first time, that I finally had hope, I knew with God's help that I could cope. Cope with anything that would come my way, I knew how to act, I knew what to say. I'm glad I faced my monster, set it free, never to harm me again, I get to be me.

Still finding out who I am, what I need, it's a joyous journey, since I've been freed. I can give others hope that it isn't the end, they don't need drugs or booze as their only friend. Be a survivor, a victim no more, sobriety for me opened up the door. Today I have serenity, a piece of mind, something I thought I would never find. Others I can help, to find their way, from depths of despair, to feeling ok. We can look back and see where we've been, and be grateful we're survivors, not victims...Amen!

Searching Why am I searching for something, I know I'll never find?

Is it happiness, love, or just a state of mind?

Will I know when I've found it, will it show itself to me?

Or do I keep searching along, this path so aimlessly?