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The Phoenix |
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Seated among others in the Kapiolani Park amphitheater early one evening in the year 1967, having been born into materiality August 16, 1934 CE, I saw the phoenix hovering beneath lazy, low clouds offshore and mutely watched it occasionally maneuver as the sun slowly set. I saw it again later, contoured by shadows and Waikiki lights. In a sudden smooth, almost zoom lens enlargement in size the metallic phoenix with large opaque, sodium orange rectangular windows that emitted no light approached very close, soundlessly hovered over nearby palm trees in cloaking darkness for less than a minute, then silently departed. I know not where it came from, nor did others seem to perceive its presence. Some looked askance at me as I looked at it, yet none but myself overtly acknowledged the off-world phoenix. |
| - A.T. Williams |
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