SAVARD RECALLS SPHERE ENCOUNTER WITH CLARITY
Savard, William (Bill), contacted me this last month with a keen desire to update his article of March 18, 2018. Bill Savard wants to reiterate to the public his experience with an intelligent sphere from almost 60 years ago. He believes it will help others who have had events and encounters that they feel would create personal ridicule and disbelief it they told others. This article covers the reasons for this update.
When Bill Savard and I first made contact in early January of 2018, he was quite reticent to deliberate his personal experience. Once he felt comfortable enough to have an interview recounting the event at his home while watching television with his brother, Gene, we set about constructing the best article possible at the time. Over the last one and one-third year we have maintained an amicable friendship in social media along with occasional email contact.
Bill Savard sent me a full recounting of his personal experience and there were improvements in his recollection. I felt it to be important to not change the first article. Rather, this turns out to be an example of how we can improve on an original without disturbing the timeline and essence of the story.
Therefore, we are sharing the recounting of William Savard’s initial experience with a full recollection in his own words. His writing follows with minor editing in some grammar and syntax. Bill claims he is no writer. However, I find this to be a prime example someone who is convicted in his forthright desire to get the complete truth out as to exactly what happened. I find this to be commendable. We have been working on this, inclusive of his own drawing of where he and his brother were, including locations and distances involved.
WILLIAM SAVARD RECOUNTS HIS EXPERIENCE IN HIS OWN WORDS
The story I’m about to tell you might be overwhelming. Had I been told this story without experiencing it, I would probably have not believed it. It’s taken me almost 60 years to be allowed by this entity to write this. Sounds like something from a science fiction film but I assure you it’s not. If it would benefit people, I would be glad to submit to a polygraph or any type of reliable lie detector test.
I’ve been living with this memory for almost 60 years. I suspect that this event was burned into my mind deliberately. I feel there was a reason for the crystal clear memory that I run through my mind with complete recollection, like a video imposed on me by an outside entity.
THE EVENT
My brother and I were sitting on the couch watching television. We were poor and lived in Golden Meadow, Louisiana in 1961. The television we were watching was approximately 10 degrees to our right, across the room in a corner. We were both focusing on the TV. Suddenly we were both standing, as if summoned by an unseen source. Without a word and independently, we were directed to the porch door. Although, I was originally sitting to his right, I was directed to walk to our immediate left. No questions or curiosity, we were being managed psychologically. When we got to the door, we were made to look to the right outside while staring through the glass window panes of the door. The door was about 95 degrees to the left of the couch where we were originally sitting and about 110 degrees to our left of the TV we were originally focused on.
As we both stood staring out of the door windows under the control of something we didn’t understand, or question, we saw a perfect sphere hovering about 40 degrees to our right in the shell driveway. Far out of sight from where we were inside the house. The dimly lighted sphere was motionless, hovering about 5’ off the ground, completely silent.
I was drawn outside while my brother seemed to be under the control of some force, just staring through the glass. There was no sound or movement from my brother Gene. Like a motionless zombie, he just stood there staring. He caught my eye briefly as I walked closer to the sphere, as if I was supposed to know that he was watching. I think he was intended to be a witness, to later verify my experience so I would know it was real.
As I walked slowly toward this object, the attraction that I can only express as a feeling of extreme love continued to increase. I remember absolutely no fear, nothing but a steady increasing love or some similar feeling as I approached. The sphere didn’t move, (it was) completely silent. I remembered so clearly, the overwhelming need to touch it as I stood just over an arm’s length away. The extreme wonderful feeling of attraction was more than I could manage. Every other possible feeling was blocked. I had to make contact. I reached out. The object moved away, always maintaining its exact distance from me and face high.
I had no control. The wonderful feeling of something like love had blocked out all other senses. I rushed it as fast as I could. I saw our shed about 30’ on the other side of it. I perceived it as moving backwards as I rushed it. I thought I would force it into the closed shed behind it and embrace it. The sphere reached the shed and went straight up and over the top in a split second. I never slowed down. I ran to the right side and back to a neighbor’s chain link fence, jumped up on the fence behind the shed and looked. The large yard was well manicured. I looked everywhere except the other side. It vanished! A couple of moments later, I stepped down and started walking back to the porch. My brother was still standing at the door, just staring at me through the glass like a zombie. I opened the door. We both walked back to the couch never uttering a sound as we sat back in the original place on the couch and stared at the TV, motionless.
After a minute or two, I asked Gene, ‘Did u see that?’ He became almost lifeless, like a zombie and said, ‘Yea.’ Then he immediately returned to his normal self until I asked him the same thing a few months later. He immediately, again, got the same lifeless expression, definitely under the influenced of another unknown entity, said, ‘yea’, then returned again back to normal. I never asked him again.
After that, some outside influence controlled that memory and I wasn’t able to talk about it for about 15 to 20 years. Then, only very little and gradually slightly more each time as I got older until when I tried to occasionally share the experience I got goosebumps. It was difficult. I’m fairly sure that I was limited by that same entity I experienced earlier. As the restrictive influence seemed to very gradually decrease, I eventually got to the point later in life when I could talk about it, and now this.
Even at this second, I’m still a little stressed to tell the story and I don’t know why.
After almost 60 decades of analyzing, trying to understand what and why this happened to me, I can only come up with these suspicions:
1. Why me? I have no clue. The only difference between me and other poor kids was that I later had scored (three times) an unusually high IQ. I am embarrassed to mention this, but it might be a factor in some way. Maybe I was meant to accomplish something. Maybe this. It’s just now that the ‘extra-terrestrial’ concept is becoming more common. Otherwise I have no clue. But, I believe that anything that had such unbelievable capabilities would know exactly what they were doing, no accident. I’m agnostic, but I would have to compare the abilities of this entity only to be like God. I doubt that it was God but who knows for sure.
2. This memory is burned into my mind. It’s like looking at a very detailed video when I try to think of it. I have a poor memory, but something still preserves this in my mind. I doubt it’s an accident.
3. The fact that I was overwhelmed by a feeling of extreme attraction to this thing, I assume, was to block all other feelings of shock, fear, etc. that would probably have otherwise been normal. I thought of nothing else and experienced no other emotional responses during this encounter.
Finally, I welcome any interview, questions from a responsible, intelligent, objective source. I can draw a diagram of the room and porch area to illustrate angles. Remember this, unlike all other memories; this is preserved in my mind differently, and photographically (now).
SUMMARY
Of course, after Bill Savard and his latest recollections, I have exhaustively researched ‘sphere‘ events. I have found very limited results. I welcome anyone who may help in this project to elaborate.
William Savard has no agenda. He is an entrepreneur of many years, owning a number of companies. Presently, his daughter has taken over his business while he has built a camp for family and friends; renovated his home outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and settled into a pleasant retirement with his wife, Anne. I have met them on Skype and Messenger. He has done much for his community. He only wants his experience to be known to the public so anyone who has experienced anything like what he has can know they are not alone.
Thank you, Bill Savard. Your desire to share the recollection shall benefit a number of lives, we hope. I’m humbled.
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