This evening, we met our friend Rob Lockhart and his girlfriend, Christine, for dinner at a restaurant in the town of Jupiter, which is about forty minutes north of us. I’ve always liked this town, particularly because it’s named after the largest planet and, in astrology, the planet that represents good luck and expansion.
It was dark as we headed home and I was watching the sky as I usually do at night, when Rob is driving. There were a lot of trees on my side of the road, but in the spaces between them, I suddenly noticed very bright reddish orange lights.
At first, I thought the lights were on a building under construction. Then I realized they were moving and at one point, they formed a shape like the Big Dipper. “Rob, what are those lights? Can we pull off somewhere and get a better look?”
Rob had seen them too and less than a block later, he swerved down a side road and we stopped. A guy on a Harley was there snapping photos of the lights. “What’s going on? What are those things?” he shouted. “Do you see them?” At the same time, he was on his cell phone with his wife. “Do you see them, honey?” he asked. “Do you see them? The world as we’ve known it has just ended, look at those suckers!”
By this time, Rob and I had run out into a nearby field and I was trying to snap some good photos. But it was dark – except for the Harley’s headlight, which shone out over the grass – and the field was a soggy mess. It’s challenging to hold an iPhone steady when you’re excited. My photos turned out blurred. The lights had changed positions – no longer shaped like the Big Dipper, but sort of angling down against the black sky. They weren’t the same reddish orange hue, either.
The guy on the Harley was still on his cell phone with his wife, shouting about what he was seeing, then another car pulled in and his wife got out of her car. By then, the lights were gone. The four of us introduced ourselves – Shane Jackson and his wife, Holly. She had seen the lights, too. I asked Shane if he’d gotten any photos and when he showed me his, I asked him to email them to me. He said he would text them, I gave him my cell number, and before we left, I had his two photos.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’m a Pennock.”
I didn’t know what that meant. As we were leaving he called out, “Hey, what are those things?”
“UFOs,” I called back.
I later texted Shane and thanked him for the photos. We traded some text messages after that:
Shane: Crazy that people don’t believe. Wish I had the sense to video. I was on a bike!! Almost crashed trying to capture the shots. He explained he was on a Harley and where he pulled off was the first spot where he could stop and take a shot. I saw lots before I stopped, but there is no value in my word?!
I texted that there is always value in what we see and experience. He replied: I enjoy the shows regarding this subject. I have been on the fence with this shit…No longer. No way…can anyone tell me what we just saw? Bummer I didn’t video. But if I wasn’t on my bike…I never would have seen it. Happy we did.
He also mentioned that his life had begun on the Pennock plantation. I learned that Pennock is his mother’s maiden name, that his family’s history goes back at least a hundred years in Jupiter. Once he told me this, I asked if anyone in the family believed in UFOs. He replied that they all did, that way back when, “it used to be a lot darker.”
When we got home, I e-mailed myself the photos he had texted me. I have a large screen and counted 7 lights, with a possible 8th, but I’m not sure about that one because it’s low. If you bring the photo up on your computer, you’ll be able to see the lights more clearly. I also enhanced the photo to see the lights more clearly. Here’s that pic:
The brightest light on the grass is from the Harley’s headlight, shining across part of the field. I have no idea what these other lights were – unidentified, certainly, and bright enough for us to pull off the road for a closer look. Maybe they were Chinese lanterns. But suppose they weren’t?
I Googled around and discovered some other sightings in South Florida recently, but nothing yet for 9/21 in Jupiter. What’s interesting is that a week ago, I followed the suggestions in E-Squared and one of the items on my list of manifestations was to experience a sighting. I think this qualifies. And hey, we got to meet this random dude whose family history in this area goes back a century, to the days of Henry Flagler. And there were four of us who saw the lights. Not exactly a mass sighting, but at least the four of us know we had witnesses who saw the same things.