Call me Anders. On Saturday 23 March 1974, I left a local election celebration and decided to walk home, about 3 miles away. I had had a few glasses but was still sober. It was a starry, moonlit night and I decided to take a short-cut that led over a hill. As I was climbing, a bright light came from behind, which I thought was a fast car.
I moved off the road onto the grass verge and then I realised it was not a car.
The light passed right over me, almost touching my head, very quick! Then I found myself immediately outside my home in Lindholmen, ringing the doorbell frantically. When my wife opened the door, she saw that I had a wound in my forehead and my cheek was burnt.
The next day I telephoned the National Defence and was interviewed in detail by two investigators.
They told me there were other witnesses, a woman cyclist reported seeing a light at the same time I did and a couple driving nearby saw what they thought was a new water tower with extremely bright lights shining out of its windows, later they realised there was no water tower at that spot.
I still have a scar on my face to this day. Whenever I touch it I feel a tingling sensation and I experience a wonderful feeling of one ness, of unity with the earth itself.