SUPERNATURAL EXPLORER Issue #95
THE BLANKSPOT PHENOMENON
by Dillard Cason
Ever since the first reports of this bizarre entity that has gained attention from the world media, the Blankspot, a mobile saucer of energy described by even the most skeptical critique’s as a defiant entity with no reasonable origin, has continued to painstakingly puzzle the minds of every institution that has undertaken the thorough research attempts of explaining what it is and where it is from. Its inspiring appearance is that of an illuminate, seemingly two-dimensional hole drifting amongst our three dimensional space with a pattern of movement which to this day continues to surprise and defy all we have come to understand what we could begin to know of life on Earth. Could this Blankspot of ours be a living thing?
What we do know about this astounding wonder is what we can detect within the innermost of its form; a commune of neutralized energy frequencies to every measurement that oddly does not appear to be disturbed by the surrounding environment with the exception of a very small degree of gravitational influence. Some have claimed to have actually been able to touch the Blankspot, describing it almost as if passing through a numbing phantom, and I couldn't find a better way to describe it myself.
Following behind at all times is a team of devoted scientists known as the Blankspotters, who have been and still are pursuing this thing day and night, not letting it out of the sights of their specialized equipment wherever it may go. My colleagues offered me the chance to see it for myself up close and in person, which if you know me well, you know I would have remained doubtful of its existence if I had declined. Little did I know how far I would get into this research.
The Blankspot's presence at that time was lingering slowly in the northwestern regions of Canada. The company booked a private aircraft for us to reach the encampment in time before the Blankspot begins traveling over the ocean; and would have to join in a far more dangerous pursuit if that happens. After a nice bird's eye tour of the countryside, we landed in an airfield within the town of Fort Good Hope, and I met with my two colleagues, Professors Travis Hodges and Miers Luevancruix. They had wasted no time in leading me to the Blankspot's whereabouts in an area 72.3 degrees north, 138.5 degrees west and moving.
We made haste down and across the cold Mackenzie by motorboat, where two white vans and three gentlemen in thick coats would meet us on the other side. The three gentlemen insisted on anonymity, of which I promised in return for this tour. They confiscated our camera equipment for the time being, and told us that this precaution is necessary for the safety of ourselves and the researchers we are about to meet up with. We clambered into one of the vans and then moved off towards the Blankspotter's camp.
Traveling through green-shaded woodlands and scattered fields on this trip, this regrettably is a part of Canada I had not set foot on before. I remember feeling very thrilled and suspenseful when we journeyed into this very decorative yet mysteriously conspicuous mountainous region. When we pulled off onto a gravel road trailing uphill, I found that we were entering restricted areas as two police vehicles were planted before us on each side of the road's edge, and four officers halted us for identification.
Our transport was allowed to proceed into what I could only describe as an evergreen-cleared parking garage consistent of no less than six white vans, two large white RVs, three all-white police cruisers, one clean white sedan, two earthmovers, a massive bulldozer and excavator. Professor Luevancruix had told me earlier that day of the many institutes that have invested their funding in the project, though I didn't expect how much of an investment it was until the moment we were greeted by a pair of white helicopters above crisscrossing in flight patterns adjacent to one another. One of the choppers plants itself atop the clearest portion of the garage and lands. This turns out to be our ride into the wilderness from this point on, since no roads go beyond here.
We rose above the forest garage and enter a landscape glowing with the warm-colored dusk to form a finely detailed painting. This was definitely the kind of atmosphere I wanted to be in for the view of what I was about to see!
Within a few moments, Professor Hodges suddenly shouted to me. "Right here! It's right beneath us, past the lake!"
We poked our heads outside the chopper to find nothing in view but the conifer-surrounded lake ending in a field. And then, from my point of view, I see what I could only describe as an angelic jellyfish of pure light rising from the Earth, creeping brightly amongst the valley with a life of its own. It was beautiful, yet, eerie enough to send chills down my body; I do love the thrills of mystery! This was surely an intoxicating moment, the high of seeing a thing in reality that should not exist; it was too beautiful to be here on Earth. These delights were the exact things going through my head as the choppers had settled onto the valley for us to disembark. We ran afoot to get as close to this piece of heaven as possible.
As we closed in, it faced partially to the sky at first, resembling from our view the likes of an opening eye waking from an isolative sleep as it began to face directly at us. I froze in my footsteps at the realization of ten feet away, stood a nearly thirty-foot wide gap into the blinding void unlike the shine of the sun; more as the shine of a thing I can possibly call infinity.
All of us were speechless until somebody behind me said something to consider. "This must be where the world ends!"
Immediately, they began taking their tests, their photos, and records as if judging a pageant and seeking hazardous traces at once. What I wanted to take back was something unforgettable... to my discretion, I did something people shouldn't really ever do with the unknown. Like the firsts of a space explorer, I walked through the Blankspot.
Instantly, I fell asleep, without dream or thought of tire; it felt like painless death! And then, after nothingness, I seen the stars forming from the gray-to-black, feeling like my body is slowly floating out of a pressuring depth on numbness, and I begin to hear voices climbing to loudness. I snap into sudden wake on my back with my companions all looking down on me.
I laughed, and the first thing I said to them was all I could think. "It was too tempting to resist!"
They helped me to my feet and I shook myself all over, snapping myself from a madness I had just experienced. That night, we kept following on foot, and as if I have fallen in love, I felt the need to follow it with them; we were like moths to a lamp. Hodges and I kept debating ideas on what our lamp could possibly be while our eyes were constantly kept on it. I remember some of our theories were mostly farfetched, but when it came to the unexplainable, farfetched comes into play very well with the game of chance.
Keeping up with the crew for a time, our trek came to a pause when the big bright disc began sinking into a hill before us. We climbed the hill to find another lake, giving me the idea that this must've been the end of the chase for that time. One of our crewmen called in for the chopper to bring the boat, and asked if any of us wanted to remain in pursuit or return to the camp. I returned to camp to write this article, but I will continue on when I am through.
After consulting with my superiors, I made the decision to continue chasing the Blankspot until Supernatural Explorer wishes for my return, because I feel it is worth many future articles until interest is lost. I remain in participation in the pursuit of this thing which I believe to be a miracle from the divine for us to have a glimpse of everlasting. I will be updating my quest of chase as long as Supernatural Explorer magazine and myself can.