Arizona MUFON Member
As of January 18, 2010, I became a prison cop for the state of Arizona, where at the time of this submission, I am currently assigned to a team devoted to the prevention of suicide by inmates within the walls of Arizona’s most notorious lockdown.
On the rare occasions when not at work, I decompress from work-related stress by writing very quirky and twisted science fiction and horror.
Richard Dolan is currently reviewing some of that prose. He also has my wife’s first non-fiction manuscript pertaining to her self help book for people purchasing property that later on find that that home or structure is actively haunted.
As a former U.S. Marine Corps veteran, I spent 14 years as an undercover private investigator home based out of Los Angeles before moving to Arizona and eventually joining the Arizona Department of Corrections. As an investigative consultant to the International Mutual UFO Network, my alien and UFO reconstruction illustrations and have been featured in numerous motion picture, television and radio programs.
I designed and spearheaded the development of both Roswell UFO model kits released by the Testor Corporation utilizing death bed testimonies from members of the United States Army Counter-Intelligence Corps cross-corroborated by interviews with now-deceased managers at the Lockheed Martin Skunk Works.
I am also credited as the Concept Designer for the SHOWTIME/Viacom telefilm “Roswell” which was nominated for a Golden Globe Award in 1994. I am also still a regular guest on George Noory’s “Coast to Coast AM” radio program going back to the days of his mentor, the great Art Bell. And for the last 14 years, many of my illustrations have found their way into many of the books of The New York Times best selling author Steve Alten.
Report of Investigation
On Wednesday morning, November 16, 2005, private security personnel from two state licensed Maricopa County, Arizona, companies, a Pinal County Sheriff Deputy, and a convenience store clerk from the far eastern edge of Apache Junction, Arizona, all claimed to have observed a gigantic black triangle UFO craft, subsequently labeled by them collectively as a “Big Black Triangle" (BBT) at approximately 2:02 until 2:06 in the early morning portion of their overnight work shifts. The claimants independently described the craft as being well over a mile across, with no lights, drifting slowly to the southeast, at an altitude sufficient to clear the spires of the southern flanks of Superstition Mountain. All claimed that it was escorted or accompanied by three to five smaller unidentified flying objects resembling internally illuminated diamond or spindle-shaped “Christmas Ornaments.” All witnesses estimated the event to be less than three or four minutes in duration and that it affected the electrical grid in the communities directly underneath its path of flight.
The BBT appeared to fly from the north-northwest overflying parts of the Beeline Highway, passing to the east of Fort McDowell Casino and to the east of the city of Paradise Valley, crossing over the Salt River to the east of Red Mountain, crossing over the Usery Mountains, overflying Goldfield, Arizona, before adjusting its drift more eastward, crossing over Gold Canyon, overflying the 60 Freeway and heading towards an area south of Superior, Arizona. Its escort objects broke off from the formation and flew around the north spires of Superstition Mountain possibly heading east towards Weaver’s Needle.
I, William Louis McDonald Sr., DOB: April, 15,1962, reside in a subdivision located in the area of the eleventh tee of the Painted Mountain Golf Course in the northeastern portion of the city of Mesa, Arizona. I am primarily a self-employed commercial artist and forensic reconstruction illustrator who also works occasionally as a private investigator or research investigator for literary or broadcast industry clients and am the founding partner and co-owner of Argonaut-Grey Wolf Productions and the co-owner of the associated commercial web site URL: AlienUFOart.com, which was created in September of 1998 and is administrated full time by my spouse, Lori Marie McDonald. Lori is the webmaster of that aforementioned URL. In addition, I am also employed outside the home as a patrol security agent and rover for the Surveillance Security company which is home-based out of Gilbert, Arizona. Lori and I care for our two young sons, aged nine and four—in shifts. Our youngest son is a child with moderate autism spectrum disorder and a profound obsessive compulsive disorder.
From December 2003 to April 2006, I was employed as a private security officer for the Anderson Security Agency home-based out of northern Phoenix, Arizona. One quarter of that company’s revenue is generated by the provision of field location security services provided to the Salt River Project (SRP) which is the public utility providing electricity and water to the eastern and southern portions of the Valley of the Sun (County of Maricopa) which contains the city of Phoenix and its associated suburb and satellite cities, including Scottsdale, Tempe, Chandler, Gilbert and Mesa.
On Tuesday, November 15, 2005, from approximately 11 p.m. Mountain (Arizona) Standard Time, overnight (third shift) until approximately 7 a.m. on Wednesday morning of the 16th, I was assigned by the Anderson schedulers at Dispatch to the Salt River Project (SRP) electrical substation that is listed at the far eastern-most end of McKellips Road in an unincorporated area of the northern portion of Pinal County, two miles northeast of the northeastern city limits of Apache Junction, Arizona.
The Goldfield Substation provides all electrical utility service to the Goldfield community. The facility houses several rows of electrical transformers, electrical transfer towers, overhead arrays, and covers several acres of land terraced in three descending levels as a giant rectangle embedded on the slope of a hill. White utility office trailers, aluminum sheds, and various construction vehicles, diggers, and equipment are stored inside the surrounding, eight-foot, reinforced chain link fences. The hill descends to the west, south and east of the facility. Saguaro cactus, Cholla cactus, Barrel cactus and creosote bushes vegetate the slopes.
From the west-side-facing main gate entrances to the facility, at night, a standing observer or one positioned inside a vehicle can see all of Apache Junction dropping gently to the southwest, and to the city of Gilbert and the Williams Gateway International Airport (approximately 25 miles) beyond. To the west, the observer can see the lights of Phoenix and the silhouettes of several ancient Permian Era lava rock piles. East of the observer’s position is a magnificent view of the lights of the various trailers, shanties, and custom hand- built homes of varying ages and designs which run up to the line demarcating federal national forest lands at the foot of Superstition Mountain, less than five miles to the east of the substation. Slightly to the east-northeast is the famous mining camp which has a well-lit cantina and restaurant facility as well as a 50-foot rusting pit tower.
Along the northern escarpments and crags of the main Superstition Mountain formation in line with the Goldfield mining camp up in the sky is one of the main approach corridors into Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. Commercial jets fly from over the northern portions of the mountain, directly over the Goldfield Substation, in a line vectoring west-southwest over the canals of the Buckhorn Watershed, downtown Mesa, downtown Tempe, ASU, Tempe Town Lake, the Salt River bed, and onto the runways.
At 2 a.m. I stepped into the cold, approximately 49 degree air from my east-facing white 2001 Ford Escape to begin a foot patrol of the perimeter fence and noted that all amber-colored ark-sodium spotlights remained on inside the highest, eastern-most terrace of the facility and I began walking the west fence, westbound using a hand-held, one-million candle power spotlight. The sky was clear, with a full moon, low ground humidity at around 13 percent, and an odd thin mist layer of clouds at high altitude which did not obscure the moon and stars, yet faintly reflected the amber glow from city lights below as well as the moonlight.
I certify that I was awake, sober, having just eaten a rare steak and wild rice meal with corn-on-the-cob and Turkish coffee prepared by my wife from her Tupperware containers, and was listening to a broadcast of “Coast to Coast AM” with host George Noory on AM 550 KFYI. I had no liquor in my system and though I was still recovering from corrective outpatient surgery for an umbilical hernia performed in Mesa on Friday, the fourth of November, I was not using any prescription pain pills nor anti-inflammatory medications while on duty. In fact, I was feeling rather well.
After a while, I began to think it was advancing towards and over my position, over the substation directly to my north, directly over the line of mountains to my north and as the point moved directly overhead, I realized it was advancing from an azimuth slightly to the west of true north. The silhouette had two absolutely straight edges and though I looked for any sign of beveling or three-dimensional perspective – there was none. It was absolutely a crisp shadow against the sky drifting slowly to a position overhead. And the mist layer reflecting the city lights was in front of and therefore underneath the triangle which though much darker than the sky behind it, was not totally black due to the dust and moisture of the mist layer. As I concentrated on the straight lines to either side of the point, I noticed a faint recurring flicker of the edges, very slight, similar to a mirage effect on a section of asphalt highway on a hot day. It was almost like a slight wave effect going in opposition to and against the direction of the dark point’s travel.
Then it was directly overhead, and most of the overhead sky was blanked out by this faded silhouette. Towards the horizons north, west and east, its edges were clearly defined and the skies beyond could be clearly seen. Above me was a perfect equilateral triangle with utterly no lights which was drifting now towards my southeast. Absolutely no detail of its substance or construction could be made out. There was utterly no detail and absolutely no three-dimensionality.
The sizzle sound increased. The blue-green flickers were on all the towers. My car radio was completely silent. The green digital clock was completely black. The “Big Black Triangle” was now drifting along the southeastern line of the broken southeastern flank of Superstition Mountain and it looked to be moving in the direction of the town of Superior, Arizona. I guessed it would pass far to the north of Tucson, south of Globe, and perhaps directly over the retirement community of Gold Canyon, the Renaissance Pleasure Faire grounds, and the Arboretum all along the 60 Superstition FWY.
As it continued to move away to the southeast, fading away into the background sky, I clearly saw the northeastern point of the triangle pass over the southern rim of the broken crags of Superstition Mountain mesa. Its altitude was higher than all or most of Superstition Mountain.
The flickering effect of the Goldfield neighborhoods’ lights and the areas of outage came back on and the Goldfield Substation lights were suddenly glaring again. KFYI came back on again with “C2C AM.” My car clock read 2:06 a.m. The blinking and flickering stopped. All lights in the town shown steadily.
After approximately half of a minute or more, I became violently nauseous, and vomited my entire steak dinner into the heavily weedy natural eroded drainage ditch behind the port-a-pottie and in front of the chain link fence. I experienced a brief period of shakes. The spell of sickness then passed.
At approximately 2:18 a.m. I initiated a cell-phone call to patrolling third-shift field supervisor Mike Staniscia, which yielded no trace that he or any other east valley Anderson officers had seen anything odd. I kept the conversation to who was on “C2C AM” and who was messing up on the job as was my regular routine of communications with Mike. I chose not to tell him what I saw and to wait and see if he shared anything from the third shift with me (He twice prior shared in conversation when other, usually older or even elderly security guards claimed to have seen “ghosts” on two separate posts).
At approximately 2:25 a.m., a Pinal County Sheriff Deputy (who does not want to be identified and is adamant that his name is never released) drove up the access road and up the hill onto the dirt drive to the substation west gates. This Arizona peace officer stated that he was doing a sort of welfare check on me and after getting me to admit I saw a BBT (“Big Black Triangle”) in the sky overhead (exact words), went on to describe seeing the exact same BBT phenomena passing to the east of his position at the far southeast section of Apache Junction near the 60 FWY. The cop knew me from both my security assignment and from my association with “Coast to Coast AM” as a semi-regular recurring guest. He stated that additional Maricopa County and Pinal County Sheriff Deputies may have seen the giant UFO from as far southwest as Queen Creek. He stated he’d get back to me on that. He was very concerned about the status of the electrical array overhead and inside the substation and asked if I was going to stay for the shift or leave my post. I stated that I had decided to stay. He then received a radio call and stated he needed to go.
At approximately 2:50 a.m., a female Hispanic (Mexican-American) security patrol field supervisor from a rival Maricopa County company drove her vehicle up the dirt drive to the gate and asked me if I had seen the “Phoenix Lights Thing.” I stated the affirmative and that the cop acquainted with both of us had also acknowledged witnessing the event. She agreed that the “triangle” had no lights, but its escort “things” were “lit up.” She became severely emotional, made negative statements regarding her husband at home, and before departing, stated that she was turning in her uniform, badge and equipment and had worked her last night shift, “forever,” in the Arizona desert. She was quitting and nothing I said would change her decision. She stated that at the time she saw the “Thing,” to the east of her position, she was northbound on Idaho Road from Apache Trail at the center of town (Apache Junction) and that her Nextel radiophone had not worked. I checked my Kiocera radiophone and found it functioning. A call to Anderson Security Dispatch to do a radiophone check yielded no communication of anything odd. I tried to talk her out of quitting because all cops and security personnel rely on each other in the far east valley overnight. She was adamant. She stated that she’d be “In church for 6 a.m. Mass” and would be getting herself “Right with God.” She then departed at high speed. This female security officer was a former Arizona Peace Officer—a former Sheriff Deputy for a southeastern Arizona County. She subsequently quit it all.
At 6:47 a.m. the older black male backhoe driver showed up to the substation gates. The site foreman arrived at 6:54 a.m., and as the skies paled to dawn behind Superstition Mountain, I was relieved from the post at the end of the normal shift. I reported to him the phenomena of the flickering and flashing lights inside the substation and down in the community, and requested that he leave a message for me with the second shift officer if anything odd occurred inside the array. He stated he would. I chose not to mention the electrostatic displays in case something odd was communicated back to either myself or the office during the day while I was supposed to be asleep. I departed the access road and traveled home, westbound, via the Lost Dutchman Road, which becomes Brown Road inside the Mesa city limits.
As the claimant, I, Bill McDonald, observed that at no time did the light of the full moon illuminate a topside hull or edge to the BBT craft. In fact, the moonlight failed to register on or against the phenomena in any way. It only contributed to the background brightness of the air mass outside the silhouette. The silhouette failed to register anything that could be perceived as three-dimensionality from the observer’s perspective.
The BBT “craft” appeared to be well over one mile across and appeared to be a perfect equilateral triangle. It emitted utterly no lights of any kind.
The BBT “craft” appeared to drift above the layer of thin misty cloud or desert “smaze” which is a visible layer of dust, moisture, and non-photo-reactive partially burnt hydrocarbons which exist at varying altitudes in the Valley of the Sun, in late autumn and through-out the winters in the valley of the sun.
The television weather reports for the overnight of November 15-16, 2005, all agreed on clear skies, full moon, with little to no cloud cover, with air temperatures varying from the mid to upper 40s around the valley. .
The electrostatic effects observed including the bluish-green “auroras” which mimicked St. Elmo’s fire from conditions of atmosphere heavily ladened with moisture from foul weather at sea were apparently a direct effect from the propulsion system levitating the BBT in the extreme low humidity of the 49 degree Fahrenheit air in the desert.
The mode of propulsion used to levitate the BBT directly affected the local power grid by causing a dampening effect thus slowing or resisting the flow of electrical current from anywhere within the affect of the fields generated by the BBT.
In November, despite the overnight chill temperatures, crickets sometimes chirp and nocturnal mammals are a regular and ongoing issue around the property, even in winter. From before the event and all night long, no animal or insect activity occurred and the silence was noticeable. All I could hear was distant traffic and the wind.
After 3 p.m. on Thursday, November 17, 2005, the designated primary witness, Bill McDonald, accessed the local aviation maps of the terrain surrounding the east Phoenix valley at the Executive Aviation company facility aboard the Falcon Field (City of Mesa) Municipal Airport and by comparing them with the Rand McNally maps of Goldfield, the Phoenix area and the State of Arizona, he calculated that the flight path of the BBT took it south-southeast, passing directly over the Thunderstone facility then on to the Goldfield area before it arced to the southeast around the southern flank of Superstition Mountain. From the observer’s position, it approached the Goldfield Substation from an Azimuth of approximately 343 degrees.
The Air Traffic Controller “ATC INFORMANT #1” on duty in the Mesa Municipal Airport (Falcon Field’s) control tower stated over the telephone from the front desk telephone at Executive Aviation that the field had ceased operation at 10 p.m. the night before and that no radars were in use from anywhere in east Mesa. This individual is known to the McDonald family due to his pre-arranged tours of the control tower for the McDonalds’ older son, Will Jr. Without being informed of the purpose of the inquiry, McDonald requested he contact his FAA peers at Scottsdale Municipal Airport, Sky Harbor International Airport, Williams Gateway Airport, and if possible, Luke Air Force base. ATC INFORMANT #1 was observed persistent in his queries as to the purpose of primary witnesses’ inquiry. McDonald specified to ask if there were any anomalous radar returns, or any voids on screen. Or anything that looked like fuzz or jamming. ATC INFORMANT # 1 stated a promise to contact McDonald at home when and if he developed any further information.
McDonald chose not to contact or inquire from anyone in MUFON Arizona or any other sky watch groups in regards to cooperative reports due to choosing to lay in wait to see if any other claims were announced through any public venue or through any “grapevine” source in Arizona.
The Hispanic female former security patrol field supervisor was located by Bill McDonald on Friday, November 18, 2005, at her home in Queen Creek, Arizona. At that time she demanded that she not be contacted again regarding the events of “Tuesday night” as she had endured bad relations including harsh words and long arguments with her husband over the telling of her story to him. She stated her husband had treated her as if she had “gone loco.” She stated that with her being a former police officer, no domestic violence had occurred. She confirmed that she had summarily quit her job and had turned in all property belonging to the security company she had been employed by, that morning, after the sighting. She had given no notice and stated she did not care what, if any negative feedback that action would cause. She stated that she was not looking for work and that she had spent a lot of time in her local Catholic church, talking to her priest, and in prayer. She stated she had no plans beyond staying home for a while. She was designated as CONFIDENTIAL WITNESS #2.
On Friday evening, November 18, 2006, the Pinal County Sheriff Deputy, designated CONFIDENTIAL WITNESS #3 did not return calls or messages left for him by the primary witness/investigator at the Sheriff’s substation in Apache Junction.
During the early morning of Saturday, November 19, 2005, an SRP electrical engineer and site supervisor, designated as CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT # 1 relieved the investigator and primary witness Bill McDonald from the Friday, overnight into Saturday assignment to the Browning Substation, a very large electrical array one mile south of the HWY 60 on Signal Butte Road. CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT #1 was a casual acquaintance of the investigator and was not unduly upset when Bill McDonald inquired as to any possible power interruptions that may have happened on the week prior Tuesday-Wednesday overnight shift in Goldfield. He stated he would check in a quiet way with the technical personnel assigned to the site.
At dawn on Wednesday morning, November 23, 2005, CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT # 1 relieved the investigator at the Browning Substation again. The SRP substation electrical engineer informant stated that just after 2 a.m. on the morning of the 16th, multiple voltage spikes of unknown origin had been recorded by the equipment which monitors the electrical input-output of the substation. He further stated that at nearly the same time, an electrical transformer had exploded due to no ascertainable cause at the SRP Thunderstone substation 20 miles up the line to the north of the Goldfield substation. He was extremely curious as to why the inquiry in conjunction with those events and was reminded by McDonald that the lights flashed all over the town of Goldfield—an answer which appeared to satisfy any possible suspicions.
The Dash-In convenience store clerk, CONFIDENTIAL WITNESS #4, stated that once he was outside by the gas pump, he noticed the loud crackling sound from the power pole by the street, and then saw the flickering green glow at the top cross trees of the power pole. After that, he then noticed the mile-wide triangle silhouette drifting slowly above the cloud layer toward the 60 freeway and the Renaissance Pleasure Faire grounds past the community of Gold Canyon.
On the night of November 16, 2006, Bill McDonald discussed the case with John Qualls, then Surveillance Security overnight supervisor and now junior partner and night operations supervisor to the same company. To McDonald’s surprise, Qualls stated his recollection that on the night of the 16th of November, “One year ago,” that he was on all night and that the Nextel radiophone network they were using was inaccessible for nearly a quarter of an hour at just around 2 a.m.; and that further, a female security officer at the Polo Club residential community in far eastern sector of Mesa complained she had become suddenly ill, with dizziness and stomach problems during that same corresponding stretch of time. She further complained of how neither her old Nextel the company provided at the time, nor her personal cell phone seemed to work. Polo Club is situated near the intersection of University and Val Vista, in the Orange Grove section of east Mesa, and is only 11 miles west of Goldfield.
In early September, 2006, two permanent families residing in Goldfield, Arizona, were located and interviewed by the investigator, Bill McDonald, at the Wal-Mart in Apache Junction. They stated that all family members, all of whom choose not to have their identities revealed publicly, had observed three or four high flying, diamond-shaped Christmas ornaments emitting multiple bluish green, flashing light clusters and one or more amber and orange objects in the same configuration around the northwestern spires of the Superstition Mountain complex between August of 2002 and April of 2006. An elderly female artist at the mining camp stated that throughout her life, she has seen “many red, perfectly round, glowing balls whizzing around the mountain’s crags.” When pressed, she called them “Orbs of pure light.” The father and head-of-household of an Apache (“N’Dee”) family residing in the Rancho Murietta Apartments complex in Tempe, Arizona, confirmed that “red balls of light” as well as “ball lightning” were regularly observed by himself and his own parents, throughout their lives, living in the eastern valley communities of the Phoenix area, especially during the mid to late summer months, in conjunction with the summer monsoon weather pattern so well known to the Valley of the Sun.
Conclusions & Opinions
On a personal note, I took a year to get up the gumption to report my sighting. I found the reality of what I had seen to be profoundly disturbing in much the same way as the lady patrol supervisor who summarily quit her job that very same morning. She never even completed her shift. I experienced on that morning the only time ever in my life that I could ever recall an actual moment of pure terror or panic. I still am not sure why I stayed on post or why I continue to work the frigid winter and stifling summer nights out-of-doors in Arizona. In the dark.
The object viewed over Goldfield, Arizona, appeared to be an enormous equilateral triangle and not the “boomerang” claimed by the witnesses to the March 13, 1997, “Phoenix Lights” at 8 p.m. sighting. The giant reported mile to mile-and-a-half across “boomerangs” described by witnesses in Arizona and in the Hudson Valley of New York State are in my opinion of a separate class and configuration from the near equally massive “Big Black Triangles” described repeatedly in Nevada and Washington State. In my opinion, my Big Black Triangle was identical to the Big Black Triangle observed and reported by Art and Ramona Bell over Pahrump, Nevada, in June of 1994.
The self-illuminated bluish-green or orange-amber spindle-shaped or diamond-shaped UFO “escort” craft observed by myself and other persons around Superstition Mountain and which are described by multiple witnesses in their own words as “Christmas Ornaments,” appear to be of an unusual configuration and are not an often reported class of UFO craft. Alternatively, they have been seen for generations by Yavapai Apache, San Carlos Apache and “N’De” Apache families native to and long residing in Arizona.
April 15, 2007, Supplemental
In April of 2006, I quit my job with the Anderson Security Agency and was hired for a third go-round with my old team and our own fleet of patrol Ford Crown Victorias at Surveillance Security. This was due to a change of management at Anderson and the promise of a raise from Surveillance’s primary owner (Senior partner) Brenden Waller. He and junior partner John Qualls kept their promises. I remain employed by them at the time of this writing.
The lady patrol supervisor stated many times that she would gladly retreat from the world to enter a convent and become a Catholic nun if she could. The BBT experience affected her that profoundly. Her Catholic priest in the southern part of the city of Gilbert has advised her of “God’s plan” that she should stay in that miserable and loveless marriage she is in, to a husband who at best could care less about her and at worst, despises her. She volunteers her time helping out the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration, a monastic order of Catholic sisters who are working hard to get up the $11 million they need to build their new monastery in the Black Canyon area of North Phoenix. CONFIDENTIAL WITNESS #2 is in church at 6 every morning, in attendance of the Spanish Mass, with the veil of her grandmother covering her hair, just like in the days of the old Baltimore Catechism.
On Saturday night, December23, 2006, overnight into the early morning of Christmas Eve, I announced my sighting in public for the first time while speaking on the air with Art Bell during his regular weekend edition of the “Coast to Coast AM” radio show. I was his scheduled guest for the program. At that time, I acknowledged his sighting of a similar BBT and I informed him that clearly, he, and many other claimants were no liars. Art acknowledged experiencing the same fears as I did concerning his credibility as a talk show host and journalist. I expressed my anger at now having to live with the fact that I had witnessed this thing and how it might strain my reputation as a researcher, a detective and a technical artist.
It does not matter why the formation was operating in the airspace over Pinal County. I am extremely angry the event occurred at all. I feel personally imposed upon. As a witness to this event, I felt for close to a year that I was ruined as an investigator of aerial phenomena. After a year of reflection, I realize now that I should have reported the event immediately, and that I am not a victim of this event (except for the wasted steak and corn dinner). UFOs and aliens were always a subject of fascination and an intellectual exercise when using detective methodology. As of the overflight of the BBT, this became all-too-real. There is no longer any mystery to extraterrestrial aerial phenomena. It’s a fact. The power exhibited by and the energy output needed to support an artificial manufactured airborne structure of that size clearly indicated that it was intelligently controlled and operated by an agency not-of-this-Earth. “Checkmate!” and “Game Over.”
They can take us at anytime, enforcing a policy of “Global Pest Control” at their whim.
February 16, 2008, Supplemental
It has been nearly two-and-one-half years since the event and well over a year since I reiterated my promise to the Editor-In-Chief of the International MUFON UFO Journal to submit this article. It has taken this long to convince myself—and my wife—that no harmful consequences would come to our family’s livelihood and to verify that neither my regular overnight “day” job with its associated promotions would be jeopardized nor my business dealings with our Argonaut-Grey Wolf Productions (AlienUFOart.com) clients be affected. I’ve seen friends and associates conveniently let go from their regular source of employment or outright terminated for being on TV or making a sighting or abduction experience public. As of February 2008, I find myself fortunate in that my company does not concern itself with my off shift media forays. My wife and I agree that it also helps that former Arizona Governor Fife Symington also came forward with a public statement regarding his having actually witnessed the giant 8 p.m. “boomerang” craft over Phoenix on March 13, 1997, 10 years after the fact in 2007.
Since completing the above draft of the article/witness statement; my informant at Falcon Field and an associate air traffic controller from Williams-Gateway International Airport (who is his referred informant} in southeast Mesa near the GM auto proving grounds and Higley, Arizona, east of the Gilbert city limits; confirmed a condition of what they personally label as an “Effect” of “Radar Haze,” on the radarscopes out over the Superstition Mountains which confidentially they explained to me is thought to be a recurrent natural desert mountain electrostatic weather phenomena which on November 16, 2005, did coincide with the timing of the events of that early morning. This haze briefly crossed the approach corridor for commercial flights inbound to Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport from the east, passing just north of the northern crags of Superstition Mountain and directly over Goldfield, Arizona, and the Buckhorn Watershed system of canals. The referred informant works over at Williams-Gateway and was “Hell Bent” (his own words) on not being identified or associated with “UFO hunters.”
My long-term retired FAA friend and informant out of Los Angeles who has been suffering from a long illness in association with coronary artery disease quietly confirms an “Event of Concern” over the Superstitions “well east of Luke” (AFB) which ATC associates at the old “Coast TRACON” in Los Angeles, heard about through the “air traffic controller grapevine.” The event also corresponds to the day, date, and time. All mouths were zipped that night and remain so, ever since.
An unassociated air traffic controller from Phoenix Sky Harbor International informed me at the premier sushi bar up in Scottsdale--”Sapporo’s”--a real meat market for college-aged and cougar-aged married clientele hunting that occasional outside “Hookup”--that ever since the events of March 10-13,1997, talk of UFOs around the airport administrative offices is an extreme “no-no” with job consequences for anyone stupid enough to gossip on the subject--much less become a known associate with either MUFON or the local Tom King skywatch group.
The Pinal County Sheriff’s Deputy got promoted and reiterated his threat to my “right of quiet enjoyment of retirement living” out in the desert. The lady security guard who is a retired cop still serves welfare of the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration and is still in emotional shock. This thing has become post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) for her – and maybe for me.
Contact Bill and Lori McDonald at alienufoart@coxnet or see their work at AlienUFOArt.com.