Last Christmas Eve, as the twilight deepened over Nanaimo, BC, a sight froze me in my tracks—an enigmatic, long silver craft imprinted vividly against the darkening sky. It hovered silently around 1000 feet away, just above majestic 120-foot old fir trees beside a bustling highway. The object was unmistakable, a substantial machine gleaming with a row of blue lights at both ends, yet it wasn’t moving.
Driving at the time, I couldn’t stop immediately due to heavy traffic and aggressive drivers tailing me in a 90 km/h zone. I found a turnaround and hurried back, but the craft had vanished like a ghost. Later, a commercial airplane passed by, confirming my understanding of normal aerial vehicles—this was something altogether different, something awe-inspiring that seemed torn from the pages of a classic sci-fi film.
I have no addictions, no fantasies or influences from Hollywood or the UFO lore that I tend not to follow; I’m a rock musician grounded in reality. This experience was raw and real, leaving a profound imprint on my mind without the haze of drugs or alcohol. Despite my quick googling afterward, nothing resembled the precision of that image in my memory.
I plan to report this to local authorities, hoping others who might have been on that stretch of highway noticed this unbelievable spectacle. It was a straight, rural stretch where walkers are rare; had I been on foot, I would have been breathless from awe.
Nanaimo is a vibrant community of around 70,000 on Vancouver Island, with its calm coastal charm now having witnessed an extraordinary event that will haunt my thoughts. For those intrigued by such mysteries—feel free to reach out.
This encounter, set against the quiet winter landscape, remains an indelible mark of the unknown, a moment when the mundane turned extraordinary.