I smell a conspiracy
…and nacho cheese.
I got jokes, I made the flying Dorito -but I have also seen the flying triangle, up close. Take it with a grain of whatever you like, but Anon spent about 15 years slowly dying from a mystery ailment, and I learned that being near-dead kind of changes ones position in consciousness.
It's almost like not being in the body, I could be doing some normal thing, like reaching for a door knob and look at my hand and wonder if this was really happening, is this something I am doing. It was hard not to become an absolute weirdo during that time, and I'm very grateful to have finally stumbled onto the cure.
I would also see things in the sky, especially the night sky. Sometimes it was like I was urged to go look, but I could step out my back door almost any time and see unusual lights and things. In the afternoons, I could always find the silver orbs, generally 3, commonly zipping around in the contrails behind commercial planes. After a bit, some would disappear, and usually just one of them would stop, and slowly rise in the sky to resemble a daytime star. My wife actually witnessed this phenomenon with me a few times while we were in our car. I also once saw an orb flying off the tail wing of a C-130, a just a few hundred feet over my head.
One night, I ran to the back step of our house to see the triangle, not far above. It was a dark night and it came from the south, and as it reached the point of being directly above me, I would estimate just a few hundred feet above, I managed to yell enough to get my wife to join me.
It was probably 100 feet across each point, and moved over me like it was sliding across a tabletop. It was very easy to see against the night sky, as though I could see through it, like when someone does the fake greenscreen invisibility cloak on YouTube.
It was just crossing over when my wife made it out, and I said do you see it?
She answered "No"
As it continued over the top of the house, I could clearly see bright red lights across the back, like the tail lights on a truck, and I asked her again:
You don't see those red lights?
"No."
Slowly sliding into being dead, I didn't really notice the changes in myself so much, but in getting well rather quickly, becoming normal again was very noticeable. I feel like I have lost some minor super powers.
Being dead must be a real live trip.
Take it for what it is worth, Anon.