About 70 miles past the diner, the object hovered just above the treetops, approximately 100 feet above them. Barney abruptly stopped the car, keeping the engine running. He shoved a handgun he’d hidden beneath the seat into his pocket and rushed into a dark field, leaving Betty in the car. What he saw was as big as a jet but as round and flat as a pancake. “My God, what is this thing?” he recalled thinking. “This can’t be real.” 

This was my first Virtual Reality experience at an Art exhibit. Wonderspaces in Scottsdale. The story of Barney and Betty Hill, inter-racial couple from New Hampshire that claimed to have been abducted by aliens in 1961.

The exhibits only became more profound and interesting.

I was fascinated with it all, but lack the proper words to describe the experience. It is something that one must feel for themselves.

I felt the joy of a child, the humbling presence of a higher power, the inner warmth of my soul being renewed.

At least, that was my Point Of View.

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