Circles on the field and other formations. Belarus

September 30, Saturday, I gathered mushrooms in the forest near the village of Talca. For twenty years I proceeded the forest far and wide, so it's not unusual to meet did not expect is that the lack of hunters in "their" area. The mushroom, of course, was, and in such numbers that I wanted to go to less crowded, although not as a mushroom place. Conventionally I call it back square. It is located about three kilometers from the second bridge across the river Talca and twelve kilometers from the station. There is mixed forest, with two logging. One of them almost square in shape (with sides that way 150 meters), in autumn there are mushrooms. The overgrown undergrowth she had failed, and on a Sunny day to go there – a pleasure. But the day was overcast, a few times gone small rain. Honey on the end of cutting, I still found, though a little old. Cial to choose a more young and enthusiastic.

He straightened up, when suddenly brightened. He raised his head and... froze. Over logging was hanging "flying saucer". A hundred meters above the ground. Not to say that soul left in the heel, but the enthusiasm I have not experienced too. Flashed the thought: do not wait my household again. And regret: so much could be done on the Ground. But, again, there was no panic. I rather took it for granted, inevitable. Maybe because reports of such phenomena I swallowed a lot. To be honest, most of them perceived with a fair amount of skepticism and to the supporters of the extraterrestrial origin of UFOs themselves not carried. And here – for you!

I looked into my eyes. The light was certainly not Sunny. Came from the observation object. More precisely, the object as it floated in the sea of artificial light. (Call it artificial because it resembled light matte fluorescent lamps. Or would it be more correct to call it white light). Eyes he is not blind.

The object had a "classic" form of a "flying saucer" is a disc, thickened with poles. With a diameter of about ten meters. (Here I could be wrong, because the singularity did not allow to soberly and calmly to assess what he saw). He was a light silver color, without Windows, holes, protrusions (antennas). Spun like a top around its axis very slowly. The rotation I felt rather than watched. Although from the edges of the disc came off (broke) as if fog Cosmas. But it was all shaky and fuzzy.

Smell of ozone. The smell was very fresh and dizzy. The smell of this for me is always like a holiday, after the city relatively clean, though the air. In the forest ozone feel not always: sometimes on a Sunny morning, as soon as you get in thin forest; sometimes in the afternoon, on the floor; or a small mushroom after rain, when here comes the sun; or after a short summer thunderstorm.

"Goose bumps" on the body I did not run. Other unpleasant sensations was not. The numbness lasted probably a few seconds, because then I closed and opened my eyes (in such cases we say: "blinked"), rubbed them with the fingers of the left hand (the right was a knife), shaking your head, but pinching himself did not pinch, because he did not doubt the reality of the situation. Remember to prepare yourself to the idea that to resist not going when you call in "ship". Even the look captured – probably would. That's just a knife, put it in his pocket. Raised his right hand – the knife was not in it. Dropped? (It is here that I first felt light fright. Don't know why). Mechanically, I bent down and began to search the grass knife. Movements were fussy, if from find or I can not find the knife was something important. How long I searched, I can not say. Though hardly more than two or three minutes. However, I went into this session with a head, forget about the ship. Only having unbent without seeing your object, in the hearts cursed: you fool! Managed me to be distracted at a time like this. If you've only seen like two clouds over the clearing, closing a round clearance in the sky. Clearance decreased and disappeared so fast that no what to think I don't have time. Became darker than usual but that's normal. It always happens after a bright light. The trees rustled. Of birds was not heard, but in this time them in the woods, not a lot. The incident (or, perhaps, to call it a vision?) lasted ten minutes. I can say reliably, because before you start cutting the mushrooms, I looked at my pocket (mechanical) clock: they showed 12 minutes to five. At five I was going to leave to catch the six o'clock train. Most interesting is that as soon as the object disappeared, I again took out the watch they stood. I brought them to my ear to be sure that the ticking was not heard. Looking ahead, I will say that on the train I was late, but the clock is when I went to forest road, resumed its course. At the station I checked their progress with Moscow time: they lagged for 15 minutes.

But let us return to the felling. My basket with mushrooms as they were, and remained standing. Any changes around I didn't notice. The trees aren't charred, were not included. It seemed to me that the color of the grass on the clearing was brighter (more yellow). The knife disappeared, though I carefully examined the place where he stood, within a radius of ten meters. The simplest explanation could be given in case if a knife isn't hanging on a rope loop on the right wrist. Then it would be possible to assume that by the time I threw up his hands and dropped the knife.

My bike (and I already have to go looking for mushrooms on the bike to as far as possible removed from the station) stood unharmed in the woods, at the edge of deforestation. Head on his shoulders, too, remained, otherwise, this accident never would have learned. Memory is also all right.

Until now, however, I was tormented by the question: what could it be? Alien origin of the object yet I can't believe it, although the eyewitness has become more trusting, and in the debate about UFOs, I now support the supporters of the unearthly alien carefully-vague "anything can happen".

Hallucination from the rush of blood to the head (I stood leaning)? Then how to explain the disappearance of the knife? And the failure hours? And the grass?

(For reference: Not used. Inclination to fishing stories are not. Ailments that day did not feel).

In short, this phenomenon is physical or psychological (psychological phenomenon)? Still, secretly I had hoped ever to see something like a "flying saucer", but I swear, going to Talca, not programmed yourself for a meeting with aliens. More thought about the mushrooms.

Very sorry that was one. Usually go with friends and we always exchange impressions about all the changes that are seen on "our" field.

Deciding to deliver this message in the newspaper, hoping to find "accomplices": unlikely to be a mushroom day, I was in those places alone. Perhaps someone noticed an unusual atmospheric phenomenon, or saw "my" object. Write. For the sake of establishing the truth.

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