It was a night that imprinted itself deeply into my memory, unfolding above my home in Zapopan, Jalisco. Around 11 PM, as the world outside settled into silence, three luminous spheres appeared—each suspended in the night air with an uncanny grace. Their metallic surfaces shimmered under a blazing orange-red glow, casting a fiery aura that seemed almost alive.
I first noticed them when one of my students, returning and parking his car down the street, spotted a bright, metallic sphere hovering behind the tree left of our house, over the empty terrain. As the object descended, he moved his car around the corner to watch more safely. At that moment, I stepped outside to grab a sandwich and looked straight up into a sight I still struggle to fully comprehend.
About five meters above me hovered a perfect, shining sphere. It radiated a fierce orange light, flickering like fire beneath, reflected on its shiny, metallic hull. The spectacle was mesmerizing and horrifying in equal measure.
I pounded on the window, summoning all inside to witness what I saw. Though my attempts to capture the moment on camera failed, one of the students managed to snap three photos, which I later enhanced to reveal the objects more clearly.
The first sphere drifted away and vanished silently. Then, almost like a ritual, a second appeared directly over the house, gliding across the street but deliberately avoiding the house opposite mine by about ten meters before disappearing into the night sky. Seconds later, the third followed the exact path of the second.
The chilling sequence left us all shaken. The air was thick with disbelief and awe. My mother retreated to her room, gripped by fear. One of the students, a staunch skeptic before this event, suffered a traumatic shock—his first close encounter dissolving any doubts about the unknown.
For me, having witnessed almost thirty such occurrences, this remarkable sighting marked another chapter in a long, eerie journey—a night etched forever in the dark skies of Jalisco.