Fighter Jet Screaming 30-Feet Directly Overhead. Orb Tight Under The Wing…

Western Colorado - Canyon Country - 2023

I was in town, along the highway, getting ready to make a right into the parking lot of a small shopping center.

Groceries.

Noticing a few jets and other planes here and there, high in the skies above town, I realized an air show must be in progress. I don’t specifically attend them, but had come upon one a few years previous, so had hopped up in the bed of the truck near the commercial airport’s auxiliary parking area for a closer view of some of the aircraft. As a photographer, I appreciated the relatively rare and unplanned opportunity for some good angles as super-tight formations ripped overhead just off the end of the runway.

Not only am I accustomed to a flightline, I’m also familiar with jets close overhead. For whatever reason, not only jets but large bombers and cargo craft occasionally thunder overhead in very close proximity and often in unusual settings – far, far from any airport - far, far from any military base.

A huge cargo plane, low in a mountainous canyon over interstate once rumbled east to west directly over my vehicle, maybe 80-feet up before careening in front of and across my windshield and into a side-canyon… quickly disappearing among the rocky fins of a lateral valley. That craft was probably piloted by either US or allied Aussies or Brits in a very rare training episode…  as other instances were reported in that area during the presumed conclusion of the US-Afghanistan conflict.

Another instance along the same I-70 canyon corridor: two fighter jets very tight together, 80’ or so overhead, west to east, and probably close to full throttle. No idea their mission; but I’d seen a highly conspicuous NHI/UAP entity/craft in the vicinity around the same timeframe… so… maybe. That region is also one of odd utility and unusual satellite-imagery markings.

Not only am I familiar with near craft at speed overhead, but I’m greatly appreciative of engineering across the board. From home construction… plumbing and electrical to aeronautical and shipbuilding. I deeply marvel at mechanical ingenuity; and, though I don’t professionally pursue it – I always take an interest in materials, configuration and function, whether ancient technologies or current innovations.

Back to keifer and apples… so, here I was making a right into the complex, easing into a parking space and stepping out of the truck.

Audibly determining its trajectory, I turned to look a couple of seconds before a military jet roared into view. It’s likely that neither I nor the pilot could’ve made a radical adjustment in that tiny interval, especially at the plane’s extremely low altitude and high speed over a moderately sized, 3-sided, hemmed-in and treed commercial parking area.

I’ve hinted at an altitude of ‘within 60 feet’ in short prior references; but, for the sake of accuracy and what we can learn with confidence from the observation, it was only around maybe thirty to forty feet up…. a few miles from the airport, and screaming for the setting sun at very high velocity when it barely crested the apex of the second-story roof of my destination.

Everything about this encounter was extreme – and it was nothing short of completely spectacular. Extreme setting, extreme ‘coincidence’ encounter, extreme speed, extremely low altitude, extremely engineered and extremely expensive, extreme-function craft, extremely able and focused pilot, and an extremely rare, close sighting of – itself - an extremely engineered and behaviorally extreme UAP/NHI craft and/or entity.  

The specs: With a high-definition view of a nearly level undercarriage, I’m guessing the plane – a very long, narrow-nosed, wide winged, twin tail-finned, high-missile capacity craft was possibly some variety of a newer F-18 hornet and was likely flown by US (Navy / Marine) or perhaps allied-military personnel. Leading by a cat’s whisker in a very tight formation, the jet fronted a second plane, which appeared of the same type.

Roughly one-fifth the volume of the plane, the perfectly round, opaque, light-silvery to white orb appeared three-dimensional, as it cast a moderately darker, silvery shadow (about 20-percent of its own width) as a tapering crescent along a portion of its own aft and port adjacent to the plane. A close attaché, the Orb flew shotgun tight, beneath the starboard wing, just forward of the unarmed missile bay, yet appearing separate from the fuselage and engine housing given that no vibration of the orb was noted - its edges, sharp in contrast to the vibrating plane. The Orb exuded a sense of consciousness and appeared highly focused, even perhaps emotional as it kept precise pace and position relative to all other jet flight dynamics.

In the thin span of a little over or even less than a second, the three had exploded past me; and, by the time I reached for the camera (always at hand) and snapped a blind but calculated shot over my shoulder, (presumably) all three appeared as mere silhouettes in the fading sun – tens of miles distant.

Just recalling that encounter years later, I can still ‘feel’ the deep rumble inside my chest; throat tight; mind holding steady; visually fixed and closely observing.

Though I had experienced numerous other metaphysical events up to that point, that event in particular launched a consecutive, three-year interval of intense experiential learning across broad meta-physical spectra…

…as I had become enrolled in and was warmly welcome by NHI to NHI-U.

Text (C) 2023 Lisa Bracken - All Rights Reserved

Image is displayed to convey mood and effect as well as to convey general aircraft similarities. It is not from the actual encounter.