Some things I saw that no one believed

A 16 inch frog when I was 8. Like a small dog. Dead on the side of the road.
When I came back later to prove it, it was gone, but there was still a wet spot where it had been.

A duck who spoke like an old man, muttering and angrily complaining, joined my conversation under the poplars late one night when I was 10. It seemed I was the only one who heard the stream of mostly unintelligible and cranky words. 

A 13 ft black angel holding a sword above his head, shoulder length curly hair, flowing robe. It looked like it was made of metal but no signs of being man made. On the sidewalk of a sketchy bombed out neighborhood in L.A. at 3 am. I was 19. I’ve always been talented at spotting faux anything or in guessing accurately material or methods for any art or sculpture or construction.

A ufo came down about 20 ft from me while I was walking in a big field near the woods in Berea one night. A vee of circular lights, somewhat dim, the size of a bus. Other than the lights I saw no actual craft. It made no sound but I could feel the air displaced as it settled and departed. It arrived on an inhale, stayed about 15 seconds, then rose up and was gone in about 3 seconds. Some people came running who had seen it too. I was possibly 22. 

A man who’d been dead over a year was trying extremely hard to get my attention in the grocery store. I looked at him and smiled with a little ņod and wave. He smiled,  gave me a knowing look or two before gesturing to his wife, stocking shelves on the other side of the store. When I looked at her she looked up from the floor, over her shoulder and right at me, though there were displays and aisles, people, carts, bread racks and 70 ft between us. I didn’t find out or know for a few weeks that he’d been gone over a year. I was 34.

That same year I saw a bright blue aura, like a flame resting on a man’s head. Half of a rainbow arc, about 4-5″ long and about 2″ tall. It radiated from him. It didn’t change color or flicker, didn’t come to a point like a flame. It did seem to emanate, like moon beams do sometimes, which gave it a moving and fuzzy appearance. It was as solidly real as anything you’ve ever seen. I waited a full minute or two until it faded away, before saying what I had seen. 

In my life I’ve had people be infuriated by me. Try to exercise control over me, use lies to recruit and gang up on me. Purposefully exclude me.  Use aggression or micro aggression to attempt to coerce me to anger. Singling me out, targeting me, coming at me with fury and no proof, or with rule books missing the rules they are trying to throw at me. Telling me what I think or what I’m worth without asking or knowing me, using me as a doormat, completely ignoring me, belittling me, bossing me, with no authority or logic or reason on their side.
With repetition and many additional observations,
I have come to categorize this behavior as either sexist, racist or classist but from what I have noticed, not many are willing to admit these things exist.