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Sigrid Settle
“There are no secrets that time does not reveal.” Jean Racine
Longtime resident Sigrid A. Settle was originally drawn to Oracle by unexplained sources. All she could see was beauty around her. Since moving here in 1991, she has become a valued member of the community.
During our conversation about UFOs, Settle stated that some things are true whether you believe them or not.
Following is one of these stories, as told by Settle:
It started off one day in Daniels Park on a beautiful sunny summer afternoon. My boyfriend Larry and I had brought a picnic to the site as it was close to my home in Littleton, Colorado. We were looking forward to a scenic afternoon together.
From the park you can see Pikes Peak in the South, Mt. Evans in the West, and Longs Peak in the North, but we had no idea what sight we were about to see and it wasn’t listed in any brochure that might have been available.
We had just finished the food we had brought with us, shared on a picnic table situated close to the edge of a small cliff that overlooked the Rocky Mountains. We took the remnants of our food to Larry’s car, placed what remained in the trunk and meandered over to a tree that stood in front of the cliff. There was a valley beyond the tree and beyond that valley were the Rocky Mountains.
Larry stood on one side of the tree and I on the other side in awe of the sights before us. We didn’t say a word, just looked at the view enjoying the pristine air, the trees below in the valley and the Rocky Mountains range, so close we could see the green of the pine trees.
We must have been standing there for several minutes not saying a word when something came into view that startled both of us. As we watched, three objects came flying over the trees at great speed and so close they could have touched them. They quickly dipped down into the valley and hovered over the ground. I wasn’t sure if I should say something because once those words left my lips I was sure Larry would think I’d gone mad, but discretion was not something that was needed at that moment.
And so the words came out of my mouth, “Larry do you see what I see?” Larry being as stunned as I was said, “What is it you’re seeing?” Now the cat was out of the bag and it was time to say what I was seeing.
“That looks like flying saucers to me. What do you see?” At this point I felt a sense of relief flowing over Larry although neither of us moved an inch from our positions. “That’s what it looks like to me,” Larry stated still in awe at what was transpiring before us. I could hear it in his voice.
And so we stood there watching three flying saucers as they flew halfway between us and the Rocky Mountains and then stopped in midair. A rational moment was somehow needed, so I asked Larry if he thought they might be government vehicles, did he see any numbers on them. Of course no was the answer that came back from Larry which agreed with what I could see from my location.
What followed was a four minute conversation between Larry and I trying to make sense of what was happening. By now one of the flying saucers had gone down to the ground and the other two hovered over it. As we were trying to figure out what they were doing one of us moved but I’m not sure which one. I was too absorbed watching those saucers. The one on the ground had about a three second delay and then flew up to the other two saucers. By now my mouth was hanging open as one of the saucers started flying toward us. My mouth flew shut after yelling to Larry that we had to get out of there.
We ran to his car as fast as our legs could carry us, arriving at the car as Larry dropped the car keys in his haste to open the door. “Hurry Larry, it’s almost here!” Panic took over and all rational thoughts flew out of my head. Larry backed up the car and started moving forward toward the road that had brought us to this spot just as the saucer started hovering over our car.
Just as a child is convinced sheets can protect them at night from scary sounds in the middle of the night, I calmed down surrounded by the safety of our car and looked up at the saucer hovering over us. I looked at the size of the saucer, it was about 15 or 20 feet across, as far as I could tell from that location, and the bottom of it was a smooth looking type of metal without any rivets or seams of any kind. There was no propeller and no dust flying around us. It seemed as if the saucer was flying by some unseen force as my eyes gradually went up to the top of the saucer base.
There were clear looking windows in a circle above the base and I held my breath as I looked up in hopes of seeing what was driving this vehicle. When I looked into the windows, all I could see was the top of the ceiling.
It was bright and sunny when I looked up and just as suddenly it was almost dark outside with me not wondering why there had been such a sudden change in the light. Larry and I drove off into the now dimming light as the flying saucer returned to the two saucers and flew back over the Rocky Mountains. I was so excited on the drive home telling Larry we needed to report this incident. We had seen this in broad daylight, we hadn’t been drinking anything alcoholic and both of us witnessed this event together. He turned, looked at me with his face skewed up a bit and said he’d lose his job with the Air Force if he reported what we had seen as he was in training at Lowry Air Force Base. He made me promise I wouldn’t tell anyone, not even my parents, as he dropped me off at my home that evening.
I would have thought that would have been the end of our adventure, but I was surprised it wasn’t over yet. A week went by and I was sitting in the shade of my home in the cool grass when a black car came driving up and parked in front of my house. No one was home at that time; as a matter of fact no one was on the street at that time other than me and this black car. I was startled to see two men come out of the vehicle. I was even more startled because they both had black suits on despite the fact that it was so hot that morning. Who’d wear black suits in this weather was my only thought as one of them approached me and the other one stayed by the car.
It is difficult remembering that entire conversation other than a few significant items that have stayed in my head and will forever remain there. He talked about what I had seen that day at Daniels Park, said that if I ever told anyone about what I’d seen my father would lose his job at Martin Marietta and they would make sure he’d not be employed again. He was working on the Titan Missile among other things at the time. Who were these people, how did they know my father worked for Martin Marietta, and how did they know I was there that day? I was in Larry’s car, not mine. I thought it was silly threatening me when I had told Larry I wouldn’t say anything, but I guess they hadn’t talked to Larry. I got a hold of Larry on the phone later in the day and was met with yet another surprise.
Larry told me they had been to see him and now he could never see me again. I asked him over and over what they had said to him but he refused to tell me. He just kept saying he’d lose his job with the Air Force if he ever saw me again. I hung up the telephone, puzzled and sad. I had lost someone who I found to be very special to me and all because I’d seen some flying saucers in the summer of 1965.
I didn’t tell anyone what I had seen that day so long ago in Daniels Park for concern my father would lose his job with Martin Marietta, but I would have been released from that when he died. I still kept this story quiet because of other factors that had come into play, including my own job with the government at that time.
To add to the silence that has persisted about this episode for so long beyond my own retirement goes the saying “Repeat something often enough and it becomes the truth. If everyone is saying the same thing, it must be true. No need to look into it and think for yourself.” By the time I was released from my protective silence for my father, Larry and myself, there are others who might be harmed. That is how the silence persists about this subject.
I think it is time for us “old” folks to step forward and start sharing our stories. There are many of you out there who stay silent for fear of being labeled crazy, odd or just seeking publicity. Or perhaps you are concerned about the welfare of a loved one. But when we step forward and share our stories the truth will eventually come out as to what is really happening. I’m just one of many who is now stepping forward and letting you know what happened to me one summer day in 1965 in Colorado.
After telling the story of this extraordinary experience, Sigrid Settle was also kind enough to share her thoughts about Oracle with us in her own handwriting, to be analyzed for this article.
First impressions gained from looking at this handwritten script are rhythm and fluidity. There is marked absence of confusion and presence of mental organization and appreciation for spatial concepts.
The light pressure is indicative of an individual who glides almost unscarred through life. Traumatic experiences are dealt with and she is able to move forward.
The writer views others with kindness, rather than criticism. She has the ability to stay objective and mindful.
The signature is congruent with text which is supportive of integrity and modesty. There are no unnecessary embellishments – what you see is what you get.
In telling her story, Sigrid Settle hopes to inspire anyone who harbors UFO (unidentified flying object) related secrets to come forward and share them with her or the world at large.
Comments or questions may be sent to Skylar Khan at sky@theriver.com
Skylar Khan lives on a vortex in Oracle. She is a Master Graphoanalyst and has been contributing articles to The Oracle Towne Crier about personality traits revealed through Handwriting Analysis. Her book “Handwriting Rocks” is informative and entertaining. For more information, please visit HandwritingAuthority.com
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