Monday, June 1, 2015
This story begins on a cool summer night in the city of Issaquah WA in the year of 1989. I was a patrol Sgt. On night shift with a squad of four officers. The night had been uneventful until approximately 3am. Myself and an officer I will identify as John, responded to an alarm at a business located in an exclusive shopping area know as Gilman Village. It is made up of older homes and buildings that were moved into an area near Issaquah Creek connected by a wooden walkway. Gilman Village is a very popular shopping destination for tourist and locals alike. I as a police officer enjoyed walking through the complex while working night shift for the exercise and to window shop at the many interesting stores. Receiving alarms at the different businesses throughout Gilman was common and most of the time uneventful but on this particular night there was nothing common or uneventful about it. John and I responded to the alarm at a business which was then called the “Levi Coat Factory.” We performed an outer perimeter check of the building and found it to be secure. Dispatch made phone contact with the owner who declined to respond to allow us to check the interior of the building. John and I returned to the parking lot located on the northwest side of the complex. This is the area where we had parked our patrol units. John and I stood outside and carried on a conversation in the dimly lit parking lot approximately 60 to 70 feet away from the buildings in that portion of the village. The buildings were to my left and to John’s right. Both of us noticed an unusual movement near the eves of one of the buildings. It was a ball of light about the size of a cantaloupe moving slowly from left to right following the area just below the eves. The light was very intense. We starred at the light until it disappeared around the south side of the building. Goosebumps prevailed. Officer John and I looked at each other eyes wide open, each asking at the same time, “Did you see that?” What we had seen was strange enough but nothing compared to what we were about to witness. While we stood and talked about the strange event, our eyes were once again drawn to the Northwest corner of the same building only this time it was the lower corner. A perfect ball of very intense light approximately one foot off the ground floated around the corner. The ball was about four feet in diameter and once again a perfect sphere. The thing that made me speechless was what I had seen inside the sphere. Walking upright was for the lack of any other word, a creature walking. The arms swung back and fourth and the hands were turned with its fingers pointed to the rear. As the sphere progressed along the side of the building it went behind bushes that grew in between the sphere and the parking lot. The light was visible through the openings of the bush and it was very clear that it was not being projected. As I recall, at least a full three minutes past before either John or I could speak. To put it lightly we were terrorized by the unknown. This event changed the way I think and look at stories by others claiming encounters with the unknown. John and I never spoke about the event until 2010. Randy J. Cole Additional info: After my guest spots on Josh P Warren’s program “Speaking of Strange,” in December of 2009 and January of 2010, I was compelled to attempt contact with the officer that was with me on the night of the incident. I was able to locate John via Facebook. Which led to a phone call to John’s home in Minnesota . John and I discussed the incident and I asked him if he could describe to me what he had seen on that night in Gilman Village. John was able to describe the incident which was exactly the same thing I had witnessed that night. This includes the description of the humanoid walking inside the orb. This was the first time we had ever talked about the it and John commented that I had no idea how much of an affect it had on him.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
This story was given to me by a friend who gave me permission to post it as long as names and locations were removed. It is a gem and will make you laugh! R.J. Cole I have a story JUST for you...... think was 13 when I almost burned down a millionaires vacation home with a stupid idea and created a UFO conspiracy report. I was spending the night with a friend ... and he showed me his dad's prized antique shotgun. I have no idea what gauge it was.... but was a lot bigger than a 12ga. He said it kicked so hard if you did not hold it well would break your shoulder. It was massively heavy. I said lets shoot it off the back porch. He gave me this huge lists of reasons this was a bad idea.... one was that his ex-military dad would kill us and 2....there were houses everywhere around us. It smelled well cleaned and told him would clean it as soon as we fired it and would smell the same way.... and we did not need to risk using active ammo we could reload a shell with toilet paper. What could go wrong???? You see this coming...... right? This shell was huge... almost twice the size of a 12ga... and I was told they were hand reloaded as hard to find. There was one box of empties and another of live shells.... old yellow things. So we got one and a screw driver and opened it up.... damn the shot in it was huge like 20 and each was the size of a .22 ... this was like an elephant gun. So we emptied out the lead balls and got this huge wad of toilet paper and rammed it into the ammo area and super compressed it so as to make a blank. (See this was a great plan,) and sealed up the shell. Mind you we beat the toilet paper in to really make a good solid wad. So we go out on his back porch and the idea is to shoot it up in the air and run in the house as we are in a richy fartsy upscale neighbourhood. My friends dad was due home soon too, it was about midnight and we had an hour max to do this thing. So I point it up and pull the trigger.... OMG! I swear it was the loudest firearm to this day ever fired, it sounded like a cannon or a tank. I had a class 3 FFL for many years in my 20s and fired about everything so I say this now with a lot of experience. It made a muzzle flash that not only was blinding but lit up the whole neighbourhood..... worse yet... the kick was insane and left a deep bruise in my shoulder just as he said and knocked me back off my feet as I was not standing well for this kind of recoil and was on the porch rail...... so as lay there on the porch gravity plays the final joke and as my sight is fading back in from the flash .... watching this flaming ball come falling down and and onto the neighbour’s house.... rolls down the shingles into his gutter and into the gutter is full of dried leaves and bursts into flames. My friend is freaking and is talking to me but cannot hear a damn word as my ears are one loud ringing noise. I Think - OHHHH CRAP! Ran into the house --- was so pumped up jumped the guys couch holding this heavy ass gun and tossed it into the hall as we ran outside to put out the fire. The neighbours were not there and was no hose... so we ran and got a hose and thank goodness there was water.... by now the whole gutter was really flaming like a grill..... we started hosing it down like crazy and got it put out. We then had to hide as the neighbourhood watch group was walking around with flashlights to see what all the noise had been (now days they would have sworn was an extremist attack) and then we snuck back to his house. They were doing a house to house check to make sure everyone was ok. I was cleaning the crap out of this shotgun, and it was a huge double barrel thing that was just massive..... and just finally got it to not smell fired and all shiny and back in the closet with the empty shell in the empty box when the dad pulls in the driveway in his Benz. Mind you are still people circulating looking for the source of the explosion and they are asking if everyone has power and even asking if an airplane could have crashed at the lake near us as people have told them they saw some type of flaming object come down and crash. We come outside then as the dad is talking to a group of the men and I am sure he is thinking we did some crazy shit.... but he never questioned us and we were so glad. He did give us this one look that said if knew the 2 of us had anything to do with this he would beat us both and that alone was scary. Here is the ringer.... they finally blamed it on a meteor and was even an article in the newspaper were people claimed to have seen it falling and heard it on the other side of town echoing..... the boom was blamed by some astronomer expert as a sonic shock wave it created as it passed through the atmosphere. Some people at the time had seen it and thought it could have been a UFO that crashed into the lake and said the report was B.S. and the astronomer expert was covering up for the government. :) Think learned a lesson as never did anything that stupid ever again. ------ Original Message ------ Received: 06:18 PM EDT, 08/13/2013
Monday, August 15, 2011
Growing up in Libby,Montana was great. I wrote this poem a few years ago as a tribute to friends, family, both living and those lost. Click on the photo to enlarge.
Randy J. Cole
Saturday, July 2, 2011
06/30/11 It proved to be a good day at work. Patroling my area on the Prudhoe Bay Oil Field, I had the chance to observe these two charecters. Mama Fox was very concerned that the big guy was after her kits, but as it turned out he decided on the salad. He just chewed some grass up and then was chased off the foxes den hill.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The end of the year nears, and it is this time in December that we become more susceptible to emotions. We miss the things that we no longer have, the towns, and cities where we grew up, the smell of fresh cut evergreens, our old pets, and of course, our family and friends that are no longer with us. Sometimes the silence as well as certain sounds become more pronounced around Christmas, and for many, we are able to see, and hear things that may slip by any other time of the year. Just a few days ago I was told a story by someone very close to me, and I think it serves as a good example of what the spirit of Christmas can, and should be.
Avoiding eye contact with the Salvation Army bell ringer in front of many stores becomes the big challenge for many of us during this season. It may be because we simply do not have any cash on hand, or maybe we just gave some change to the guy at the store a few blocks away. Feeling guilty, we might even mention that, as we pass in hopes of some sort of absolution from the guy or gal holding the bell.
As she approached the store front, the sound of frozen snow and ice crunched under her feet, as if to remind her, of the time of year, and all the things to come, Christmas, New Years, and the decorations that would have to come down soon, hidden from view once again. The sound of a high pitched bell getting louder as it echoes throughout the entrance to the Fred Meyer store. Expecting to see the bell ringer that had been at that location for a number of years in the past, she noticed that it was someone new. Instinctively she reaches into her bag, and pulls out a few bucks, and has it at the ready along with a non directional smile attached to her face. Placing the folded bills into the little red bucket, she looks up, and into the eyes of the bell ringer, her smile broadens as she turns and heads toward the doors, she stops, and looks back. The woman is compelled to turn around, and approach the bell ringer once again, this time looking closer, studying his eyes, and even more so his face, and the steady smile upon it. Another few bucks dropped into the bucket along with words for his ears, "you have a very kind face," but inside the woman felt much more indeed. It was not just a kind face she had gazed upon, but to her, the face of suffering, peace, warmth, and forgiveness all in one. She turns and continues to the door dealing with the thoughts that were now racing through her mind. The doors close behind her as the bell ringer wearing Carhartt bibbed overhauls, (the clothing of a carpenter,) stepped just far enough into the entrance door area to cause it to open. He took a few steps and as the woman turned around, he said "Thank you," and with the same smile he returned to his spot and continued to ring his bell.
It was not easy to shop as she went over the events that had just played out. Had he thanked her for the money she had placed in the bucket, or perhaps for seeing him for what he was? She thought about the man's face and the layers of feelings that she had seen there. She could see suffering, not just of man, but all creatures. A thin veil separated another layer, a layer of warmth, and peace followed by yet a third of forgiveness, and etched deep inside was a simple message of faith. The woman exited the store and sits in her car, and with the sound of the bell now distant, but its power stronger than ever, she begins to sob.
As we approach this Christmas, and reflect upon the past events of a very hard year, would it be so hard to believe that a message from a higher power may have come dressed as a carpenter while ringing a simple bell?
May the coming year be better for all, Merry Christmas to all living things big and small!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Photo by Randy J. Cole 2007
I have often referred to myself as an atheist, but as I get older I find that idea to be distasteful. The thought of passing on with less then a smile on my face just sounds wrong and if there is nothing to look forward to after death then why would one smile. Even as a child I could not embrace the Christian ideology and I still can’t, but having said that, I can tell you that I detest the big mouth atheist who push their ideals upon us all and attempt to use the constitution too accomplish their goals. Let me point out that there is a movement out there to remove the crosses that adorn the headstones on a majority of the graves at Arlington National Cemetery. No thank you, that is not acceptable. How about this, if you are a true atheist just sit down and shut your mouth and let others believe what they want because it isn’t about you, it is about an individual’s beliefs.
I don’t think I am Agnostic, which sounds like an after effect from a botched surgery on ones digestive tract. A person who is an Agnostic is a person who believes that the existence of God is unknown or unknowable but does not deny the existence of God.
Where does this leave me? I am not sure I fall into any category to be honest. I have seen so many things during my lifetime that makes me believe in a higher power of some kind and at this point I am resigned to not labeling it but rather I will just accept it.
The one thing I am sure of, when I die, I prefer to pass out of the darkness and into some kind of light not the other way around. I salute all of you who have strong beliefs and encourage you to stick with them and know that Randy has your back!.